G R E A T W A V E S - Are Calling
Britain’s G R E A T W A V E S to be found via Soundcloud.
His house was landlocked. City too. He made crashes out of tin cans, waves out of the tiny wonderland hill avalanches, surfers out of soda pop bubbles, swished table salt sprinkled water in his mouth. At nearly 5 times the age, he took a trip to a lake. The moon was dim at noon, as he stood at the tideless lakeside, and pretended to be a sailor.
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