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January 2024
through the Baja peninsula
warm browns rest ahead of vast blues
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Simón fixes the truck when it doesn’t work
Tobes only speaks in comedic bits
Ow-brizzwald hits his noggin often
I think I’m a better surfer than I am
our instruments sound like shit
(user error)
we search for waves
sometimes we score
often we don't
cacti
scorch
down
on us
drunks
see you again, Baja <3
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