The swelling of the waves has begun its reprising.
With the swerving of the board as the water is rising.
The feeling of motion is kept in safe and vault.
The air is lingering with the smell of salt.
We are blurring the line of sea and land.
With riding of waves and prints in the sand.
The joy of courting the sun is one to keep.
As is the glazed glory of flying over the deep.
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