Sunny isles, blue waves, the screeches of sea gulls, heat, and misty humidity; the day goes by. Passing invisibly, everyone who has the time to relax. But I can see it, and I try to capture it; for I have appropriated this moment, and I do not wish for it to end.
I have this hope that each day and each year will be better and brighter than the one which preceded it; the years have not met my expectations and have not stopped moving forward, but neither have my hopes.
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