The sticky board under my feet sliced through the surge, throwing up spray as white as snow. The sound of booming waves against the rocks echoed through my head. I felt the strong tugging flow of the rushing water. The transparent water is as clear as a crystal, I can see my cousins through the wave. I felt my heartbeat in my chest pounding against my ribs. The stickiness of the wax is like glue keeping my feet on the board. I trust the wax to keep me put.
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