they went in the more mountainous parts of Cali. But today, the people I saw didn’t go in the water. It was probably because an ominous fog had crept over each wave, not knowing what lay five feet ahead of you. Today, just like any other Tuesday, I walked across the beach, a simple passerby you might call me. I usually skim the horizon, but today it looked a tad crooked. There weren’t as many surfers as expected, there were only four or five. They were scattered, and always bobbing about, like a bird…
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