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The surfboards are stacked and waiting next to our packed bags. I'm doodling on the guitar, John is sipping a cold Laurentina. The chick who's giving us a lift to the border said she'd be here in 5 minutes. That was 2 hours ago. It gives us plenty of time to reflect on the craziness of the last month, the last week, the last few days. I say crazy, but I mean it in the best sense of the word. Creat... <more> |
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