The road home seems endless,
We are all suffused with the knowledge,
Of time well spent.
The movement of the ocean is becoming
Vague and distant,
We are putting our faces toward home.
Vacation is becoming already
A series of stories,
Little vignettes to be told over and over.
They will become part of the fabric,
Binding the family together.
Our trip is already a memory,
Of time well spent.
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