These waves are still out there. Warm air and water. To be surfed by your lonesome, gliding over sand bottom, riding in glee. Always wondering what lurks beneath, and swimming like a flash of light when your log slips away.
Monday, August 24, 2009
vacation
These waves are still out there. Warm air and water. To be surfed by your lonesome, gliding over sand bottom, riding in glee. Always wondering what lurks beneath, and swimming like a flash of light when your log slips away.
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