Surfing the lines, waiting for the great waves to gather, to rise and form an unimaginable tower of tongues, all frothing and foaming, colliding together into one, as it all becomes undone crashing upon the shore. Surfing the lines, hoping and praying that they will come and go as they are meant in steady succession, giving each the space required to crest and trough, to fulfill their purpose.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Matt Cusick



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