As I sit here and remember the ocean
I long for the power of Mother Ocean to envelope me
And spew me forth upon her surface
I crave the thundering whitewater to scare me into action
I yearn for the thrill of making split second decisions of
Life or death in the bowels of some monster of a wave
I long for the satisfaction of being a survivor of those
Days of powerful and deadly surf
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