Two weeks.
Maybe that's all we get, two weeks.
Two weeks of sun, sand, sea and sky.
A mojito here, a puka beach sunset there, and it is over.
But who am I to complain, two weeks is more than what some people ever get.
In as much as I'd like to go into the literal sense of it all, I'm thinking boring you with the specifics at this ungodly hour would do neither of us any good.
So I'm going back to bed now.
I'll get back to you when I've figured out all the characters in my head.
Chances are I won't.
Two weeks isn't much time to get to know why people do what they do. Then again, two weeks should be more than enough.
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