I almost don't approach the surf— shielded by a laundry list of justifications: it's too hot, this sunburn has turned my legs to crisps, I have too much work to do, it's too far. On a Scrabble board in a bright red bar, I play the word RAGE, he plays the word TRUCE.
riptide
riptide
riptide
I almost don't approach the surf— shielded by a laundry list of justifications: it's too hot, this sunburn has turned my legs to crisps, I have too much work to do, it's too far. On a Scrabble board in a bright red bar, I play the word RAGE, he plays the word TRUCE.