Sun is rising over the tropical landscape.
Hot cup of coffee in my hand.
The Word on my lap.
On my lips.
In my heart.
The beginning of vacation.
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Sun is setting over the crystalline waters.
Sand between the toes.
And in the hair.
And everywhere else.
Sad to leave.
Filled full with fresh fish, family visits and great memories.
The end of vacation.
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