Whenever I go on holiday I do, too. I am saddened by the return to routine but say goodbye to wonderful people who know and spend magical moments for days. No mention of punishment but of stories, laughter and forget everything bad that you can have happened. For days I get the feeling that I've known forever as the time of parting is always the same. Call me I hope you return next year to coincide 
When that time comes ... where we spent the last breakfast together, my eyes become opaque. I hide my head and not run away, like an ostrich. Stay there forever. 
But I look back across the same tunnel. The same leg.
always say the same thing: I've never been. I have known a little.
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