Story: David Rawding


This Is Power The wave in front of me ascends to regency like a tongue poised to lick the sky. The crest, decidedly paramount, becomes too heavy with weight, and dives ahead. An advancing wall of water suddenly crumbles and shatters into piles of white glass. The avalanche of foam races to meet me, but … Continue reading


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