Waking from the desert's retreat,
in shoes still smelling new,
it goes unsaid that the latte's first sip
is an investment's favorite return.
Manually shifting, and problem solving,
the game's winning shot taken, the project's completion met.
Then, the bakery's smell awakes a midday's nap,
like dancing at the thought of presents.
Off from the waves' surf, through a shimmering air,
comes a grand vista captured,
set against a cool night's fire crackling.
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