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The weightlessness of surfing,

the unmonitored pursuit that is catching a wave into dead space populated by figments,

brings me crashing to the beach. Buried. Inside out; retching around a glassy pebble.

A gallstone.

An avalanche of unanswered mail, virtual splintered bone. Orbit and muscle, unblinking eye.

The sin of omission. A harbinger.

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