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he fell to earth before Bowie became a star, landed on the Smithsonian current and washed ashore with webbed feet.
the south swell rider scans the horizon searching for bombora  breaks akaw, making a gnarly entry over those same rocks.
timing is crucial or the wet will smack you hard against it!
he pushes out through the foam and finds his fins ripping the green room, grinning and yewing hell bent till the salt crusts over and muscles burn.