Sun and waves, sand the crisp smell of salty sea water.
Early mornings were the best….
That magical moment when the sun would peak over the farthest point on the sea-lined horizon.
Laying quietly on my surfboard, appreciating the gentle give and take of the pre-dawn ocean tide.
Soaking in the birth of a new day.
Inhaling new morning air.
Exhaling renewed hope.
A new chance.
A new perspective.
A new me.
The word for this flash is SURFBOARD with a word limit of 75. This flash comes in precisely at 75.
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