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Nichrysalis

Published: Jul 12, 2014

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Hawaii'n is like power chords,
it's the notes you keep playing!

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Written 07/12/2014

Part of the Bitlets project.

About this Bitlet
An extension of Bitlet 22 that talks about French being the notes you don't play. For those unaware, the Hawaii'n alphabet only consists of 18 letters, hence the comparison made above.

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