I guess I had to give up hope completely before something would happen. When I woke up and made my way over to Crossovers, and stood at the top of the walkover, I did a little double take. Hold up. Are those waves? I almost forgot what they looked like. But, yes, there was a little set of them, and they were actually breaking pretty nicely and no one was even out, all asleep in their beds, all hope lost. So, the spoils went to the insane. I ran back, grabbed my Natural Art funshape and paddled out. Lookey here, I am sitting in a little almost barrel. Hey, this was actually fun! Maybe these were the remnant pulsings of Faye as she disappeared beneath Puerto Rico and ditched us and all our hopes. At least it was something to break the flat spell. I am saying nothing about tomorrow...
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