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"I wasn't alone on the beach. I never was. But if I found a small, empty place away from the running children and frisbee throwers, I could pretend. My knees pulled tight to my chest, I could stare straight out into the blue and the frothy white, and be completely, utterly alone in my thoughts. And that was exactly the way I wanted it. Until the day I saw the tawny-haired boy in the green shorts. That day everything changed."
This shot reminds me of surfing in NJ during a hurricane with my dad, maybe 1994. They called it "Big Friday". It was just me (a 16 year old girl) and my dad... and a bunch a dudes sitting on the beach too scared to go out. It was a good day!