(1969. Fishing. Off the Maine coast. Out of sight of land. Rough. Hit me fast. Out of nowhere. So sick, I eventually curled in a ball and prayed to die. Wasn’t right for two days. Grew out of it. Thankfully….. )
Source date (UTC): 2019-03-29 02:28:36 UTC
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