dutroncthe wind sighs, and oh, how i love it. it dances alongside the simmering ocean of marina del rey — simmering, simmering with love, lust, passion, surfing, and, most poetically, the scent of a alcoholics last breath. at the end of it all, the finale, the à la fin des fins, the en fin de compte, the enfin apaisé. at the end of it all, he goes back into the liquid, burning yet freezing, heart of water — the same blanket that he once surfed on, now encapsulating him in his final swim.
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