NANCYLICIOUS

Grande

Donde esta los olas, mae? I sing-song-sang while swimming circles around J.  After five hours in the sun, on dusty roads, toting backpacks and a 6’8″ Erie Peeples, J was itching to see the waves we hitchhiked for by squeezing in a sunset surf.  We arrived, however, at the beach during low tide, with the [...]

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