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The north swell was cold and lonely and dangerous.

It was a powerful swell that marched down the coast in the winter.

We used to ditch school, go down to the Point and watch it break.

There were light breezes and low-tide afternoons.

I remember the rocks and the clear, cold water.

But now it all seemed to be behind us.

The change wasn't in the beach or the rocks or the waves.

It was in the people.

Some got married, some moved inland...

...some searched for a new spot...

...and some died.


Big Wednesday


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