For me, the perfect last day would be to walk along the beach in Bermuda, listening to the waves as they gently wash in and out over the sand. Rolling mup my trouser legs so i can let the warm azure blue water lap over my feet.
All I would do from here is sit and try and recall as many happy memories as I could of my days gone by.
Walking along a deserted beach
21 Wednesday Nov 2012
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