White Horses

TO MY BOYS

If you’ve found this note, I am dead. Figured I’d write this and leave it in my surfboard bag in case anything ever happened to me out in the water. I hoped it’d just sit here for years until I became an old fart, but obviously the big fella upstairs had other plans.

If it was a shark that did it… bloody hell ay, hopefully I put up a

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