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"We landed at Kailua
(pronounced Ki-loo-ah), a little collection of native grass houses reposing under tall
coconut trees, the sleepiest, quietest, Sundayest looking place you can imagine. Ye
weary ones that are sick of the labor and care, and the bewildering turmoil of the great
world, and sigh for a land where ye may fold your tired hands and slumber your lives
peacefully away, pack your carpetsacks and go to Kailua! A week
there ought to cure the saddest of you all."
Mark
Twain-1866
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