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Heartstrings
The surf was always great for a couple of days after a storm had rolled out to sea. After a busy day in the café, it felt wonderful to be paddling out on a board as set after set of clean, glassy waves came rolling in. Proudly wearing her Rented from J’s Surf Shack wetsuit, Grace sat out the back with the other local surfers, with the sun hanging low in the sky above them.
The strength was beginning to return to her shoulders and back. Waking up the morning after the first couple of decent surfs, she had felt like a steamroller had rumbled over her during the night, but now the muscle ache was reduced to an almost pleasant feeling, the same way she felt after a good spinning session. The first time, it had taken her twenty minutes to paddle back out after the first wave,
