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Surfing: How It Works

January 7, 2011

The winter waves start to roll in, green, cold and glassy:
Winter waves glistening...and beckoning

One lone surfer appears like a tiny black seal out among the waves, waiting…
Lone surfer. Not for long, though.

Then the word gets out, magically, rapidly. It’s like those trees that signal each other with pheromones or something. Within an hour, every surfer who has the day off or who can sneak out of work is on the way.
As soon as the big waves hit, the surfers come. It's kind of like field of dreams. But with an ocean.

  1. talesofmy30s permalink
    January 7, 2011 19:11

    Is it wrong. I mean, really wrong. That after this post of yours, I’m horny for a surfer?

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