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Frothing at the mouth 2
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Surfing, not waving
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Kowa-Bunga! 1
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Rock fishing
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A wave ahead
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Riding the wave - every little one counts!
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Riding the crest
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Wave 1
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“Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life,...They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.” from Tamora Pierce, Sandry's Book
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"When the waves of nostalgia break against the rocks of the present, they leave behind the froth of longing on the satin sands of time."Sourav Bagchi
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“The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on
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“What are men to rocks and mountains?” ― Jane Austen, 'Pride and Prejudice'
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Sea wall - HWW!
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Waves - HMMM!