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I like a perfect Sunday.... Beach, my girl, sun and good waves, a cooler full of hard cider, and the surf music playing loud. At sunset, frozen strawberry margaritas, and Baja fish tacos; then, home to bed....
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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