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The best part(s):
Anticipation.
Nights’ so black I retrieve the swivel into my tip top.
The sound of cobble in a receding wave.
The taste of salt spray.
The smell of a confused sea.
Discussing strategies with myself.
Fire.
Lying on a flat rock at night and looking at the heavens.
Cold air flowing from a hollow in the bluffs.
Combine all of the above with “The take”.
And the opportunity to do it again.
DZ
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