When my soul aches, my spirit asks for inspiration. Something one-of-a-kind; something dynamic; something sublime. To take a present darkness and generate it into prisms of splendor. A gift, a sacrifice of self; to transfer from spiraling down to that hole in the ground where I hide, to soaring above the treelines and the clouds; pouring out like a drink offering to the crowds confronted with sackloth and ashes.
SURFBOARD GIFT CARDS
Shopping for someone else but not sure what to give them? Give a surfboard gift card! Option to consult with the shaper, Todd Proctor, when...
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