LEMBONGAN

I'm still thinking about those white horses in the Lombok Strait. How they galloped towards me, leapt out of the sea with some ancient boundless energy, collided halfway up the mast, and smashed onto my body with a breathtaking and frigid force. How all of the floorboards were floating. How the experience activated even the...

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