The last day.
Filled with sand between the toes, sunny skies, tradition, delicious tastes of the city & smells of cigar smoke lingering on the porch.
Long tight hugs, laughter mixed with tears, and talk of future plans to meet again.
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
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