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Anxiety

It’s almost midnight. I’m checking the wave forecast for tomorrow. It’s a holiday where I live. An dthat means a lot of people will be on the beach early in the morning. To surf quietly there’s only one way: getting up with the sun. When it rises I’ll be in the water already. Thats for sure. I’ll tell the rest of the story when I get back from my early morning session tomorrow.

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