This stomping, peaky, windwipped madness should be over soon.
were on the downward slope.
soon, oh soon, we will return to the throwes of sunny fall evening sessions.
trading places with the sun in the water
stepping out as it settles in
and packing up alone on the beach
and reveling in the wonder of how surfing is like catnip
or a new soul
everytime.
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