Spain, Surf, Thoughts



Our mother who art the ocean,
hollow be thy waves,
thy tempests come,
their fetch be felt on earth as they
sweep the seas.
Give us this day our daily swell;
and forgive us fading others as we
forgive them dropping in on us.
And lead us not onto Jet Skis but
deliver us from flat spells, for brine is
the kingdom, and the power and
the wellspring forever.


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