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Siren Song

Once I’d found a place to sit each night after a long day of fighting crashing surf, I’d feel the warm afterglow of sun on my skin and I’d eat a great heaping mound of spicy vegetables and rice. I’d hunker down into quiet contemplation as my arms, shoulders and back muscles moaned and the sound of surf in the distance beckoned for my return. Surf me, it said, like a siren song trying to lure my ship ever closer to the reef submerged just below the shifting surface of the sea. Continue Reading →