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The waves of South Africa.

The dazzling, bright sun, beating down on the forever rolling, glittering waves.
The toasty, warm sand, nearly burning your toes as they walk across the beach, crunching and crushing the golden sand with every step they take.
The rippling, bubbles of water travelling up the hill of damp sand, pleading you to come in and refresh yourself.
The warmth on your skin, tanning and sweating as the delicate rays of sun, glisten on it like golden, precious jewels.
Your body giving in to the temptation of the bright, blue waves, and your feet guiding you to the sea.
The cool water greeting you, wrapping itself around your feet, inviting you to venture further in.
Floating across the sea on your surfboard, climbing the rocky waves that glide past you on their journey to the beach shore.
The whistle in your ears as you surf the tunnel of water, and the goose bumps that rise on your arms from the cool breeze of the sea.
The relief when you make it to the end of the tunnel of water without being crushed by the icy, cold sea.
The lurch in your stomach, when you jump a 360 degree turn off of the water, feeling the glass droplets of water spray over your body like glitter, and feeling the hands of gravity pull you down back to the sea.
Finally saying farewell, gliding back to the beach shore on your tummy, lying on the surfboard, daydreaming of that brilliant wave you surfed.
Your mouth turning up into a smile, as dazzling as the glittering waves, and the shimmering sun put together.
Walking away, in search of another beach to make your mark.
Welcome to South Africa!

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