Surfing.

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Surfing.

I glide upon the ocean.
Watching.

Waiting.

The sun is glistening
over glassy waters.

A wave.

“Not this one”
I tell myself.

Another wave.

In an instant
without reaction
I begin to paddle.



Suddenly I’m being pushed.

I stand up,
and suddenly I’m nowhere.








But everywhere.

And now
I’m in the best place in the world.
Isolated,

isolated from the noise,
the evil
the world.

I’m in my favorite place.
gliding over the water.

With me
myself
my friends




and happiness.





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