On a sunny summers day.
My hands were grasping onto an imaginary boogi board as I jumped off the cliff. I could hear my shorts flapping in the wind and I could see the water rippling in front of me. What was I doing? Was I going to die? Oh no! I thought as I watched my best pair of jandals sit on the cliff. I wanted to get them back, but I couldn't.
Will he ever see his jandals again?
Todd
Waka Stride
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