That day marked the end
of our epic summer.
We roasted hotdogs
over the fire
and drank
bloody marys.
I had a Panama Jack tan.
We couldn't afford wetsuits
going to college and all.
That's the main reason
we turned our backs
to the surf.
A cold north-west wind
came in that afternoon
and we rode it all the way home,
never looking back.
Three years have passed
since then and I graduate in May.
I'm buying a wetsuit.
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