Back in 85' , when I first learned how to surf, through thick and thin, the Ocean has always been there for me.
I clean her shores, and pick up trash. She is the Princess that knows the sand, and the waves.
Then, she turns on me and tries to kill me!
I'm fishing, and kelp grabs my leg, then a set comes barreling towards me. I put the fishing pole in my mouth, then all goes white in an instant.
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