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Sea blue sky was surf unbroken
above playful cause within
the order of cetaceans –
strokes of teal skim waters
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The sea like silken water with its triangular-peaked hills rising in front of me, neither relaxed or in a hurry, flows at a speed I wanted to experience.  I paddled frantically, and suddenly, in a breath, the sensation changed from a pulling through the water to a force pushing onto the azul cliff crest. Then there was the perfect rush down, the fall, a thunder of water behind, a liquid slicing turn along green-blue scenery, a coal-less steam-powered train ride, the only energy nature’s.