i used to swim out to where the waves were sashaying swells of glittering darkness. every so often, there'd be that one out in the distance that looked more like a wall than a hill, and i'd feel the undertow tugging me gently, then firmly, and finally irresistibly backwards into its approach. When a big wave like that comes yr supposed to turn around and dive into it, but if my eagle eye spotted
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