The sun-kissed sand, a golden hue,
Ocean waves, a turquoise view.
Salty breeze, a gentle sigh,
Seagulls soar, way up high.
Palm trees sway, a rhythmic dance,
Children laugh, a happy trance.
Ice cream cones, a sweet delight,
Sunset skies, a wondrous sight.
No worries here, just peace of mind,
Nature's beauty, so refined.
Vacation days, a precious find,
Memories made, forever kind.
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