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'Where but the moment before was only the wide desolation and the invincible roar, is now a man, erect, full-statured, not struggling frantically in that wild movement, not crushed and buffeted by those mighty waves, but standing above them all, calm and superb, poised on the giddy summit, his feet buried in the churning foam, the salt smoke rising to his knees, and all the rest of him in free air and flashing sunlight, and he is flying through the air, flying forward, flying fast as the surge on which he stands.' Jack London.
This is not siagrao its a secret in palawan.
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