Remembering
Every year I take a long drive
To my place of peace
When I get there
I know that it's all worth it
The time there is a sad one
But
It's spent with the one's I love
The days spent on the beach forgetting all my troubles
I celebrate the life of my father on his birthday
I lie on the hammock alone
To think
That one week in OBX
Seems to last only an hour
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