Chad, board cradled next to him, eyed the surf. He’d been blissing with Mother Nature, taking the violent surging of the sea and carving majestic paths. It was magic, riding tidal power. Nothing compared.
It was getting late; time for his final go. He looked up and down the beach; no one in sight.
Still looking out at the sea and the horizon, he slowly began to divest himself of his surf suit. Seconds later, naked, he readied himself to enter the ocean. But… he wanted to be closer to nature; he swam out for a long body surf.
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