So Hone Tuwhare died this year.
How many school childrens' hearts and minds did he tuck away in his sleeves, from the very first publishing of his rain poem? Will any of us stop wondering what that would be like, to have no sense at all, and yet still sense something.
That big, juicy grin, lasciviously full of memories...
The understanding of humanness.
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