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A captured memory of one of my favorite places, during one of my favorite times... |
| The golden ball fell below the horizon, creating a beautiful site to gaze on To silhouettes the buildings turned, the torches lit with fire burned. Palm trees speckled the white shore, making a paradise one’s heart longs for. Cool breezes cause the palm trees to wave while surfers wait to catch one final wave. Sounds of the hula fill the air, and people relax without a care. White powdery sand filled gaps between toes leaves one left without any woes. |