Two anglers marched purposefully down the beach towards the water
Two anglers marched purposefully down the beach towards the water. Arriving at the foamy boundary dividing land from the ocean they did not break stride as they waded out towards a destination seemingly beyond the horizon. Floundering in their wake I struggled to keep pace, fighting waves, chest waders tailored to fit the Michelin Man, and increasing doubts as to the wisdom of our actions.
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Two anglers marched purposefully down the beach towards the water. Arriving at the foamy boundary dividing land from the ocean they did not break stride as they waded out towards a destination seemingly beyond the horizon. Floundering in their wake I struggled to keep pace, fighting waves, chest waders tailored to fit the Michelin Man, and increasing doubts as to the wisdom of our actions.
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Two anglers marched purposefully down the beach towards the water. Arriving at the foamy boundary dividing land from the ocean they did not break stride as they waded out towards a destination seemingly beyond the horizon. Floundering in their wake I struggled to keep pace, fighting waves, chest waders tailored to fit the Michelin Man, and increasing doubts as to the wisdom of our actions.