Out of the Ether they come, Rising from the deep. Carry me to the space where I may glide upon the ocean, to rise and love this moment, this gift so brief, so sweet, this metaphor for life.
Dave and I surfed bells, on a day when all roads led to stay in Melbourne. But sometimes a part of you whispers and you listen. They are times when I am glad I do. In a Decade where we have seen fire rage across the land, rain fall in biblical proportions earthquakes and tsunami's, as our brothers and sisters die in the thousands it is sometimes hard to understand this world yet it is so important to appreciate this blink of life.
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