i was torn away from the rolling sea far too soon by the damn wind and rain wreaking havoc upon the island. i couldnt even go surfing in the mornings, (because it was high tide,) or the afternoons, (because by then storms so fierce i thought they would kill me were hovering above the beach, telling the sea to do awful things.) the singular day that
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