
A flag of the Hawaiian Islands fluttered outside the woman’s tent, set up on a patch of brown grass littered with little mounds of spent charcoal.
“We all have dreams,” muttered the woman, who would only give her name as “Ashley.”

A flag of the Hawaiian Islands fluttered outside the woman’s tent, set up on a patch of brown grass littered with little mounds of spent charcoal.
“We all have dreams,” muttered the woman, who would only give her name as “Ashley.”