Sun filtering clouds, a cool breeze, the sound of surf, and sand beneath our feet; a rod in hand, and the anticipation of a strike ready the relaxed steady fingers to set the line scintillatingly taut. His patience and perseverence time and again pay off; afterall, he's been hooked since infancy, destined to return to experience the changing of the tides for as long as the shifting sands allow semi stable surface on which to plant his feet; a connection passed on generation to generation.
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