When you stop seeing the beauty; it's time to move on....
There is not enough time in the day to capture the essence of the beloved village, I call home.
Each walk around the marina, quick trip to the 'tienda' or 'paleta' in the tiny plaza brings me joy.
We are the tourists who have not gone home.
As time marches on, my eyes are still allured and gleam brightly.
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