He shook the entire row with his uncontrolled shuddering as John McLaughlin sprayed us with his machine gun riffs and Billy Cobham jungled up every drum on his stand.
Every day, day after day, onshore and off, good and bad .. Bondi ... just like he's looking out of his bedroom window at the real thing, because it is the real thing.
everybody’s blood but theirs
The beach is deserted but for us. The three of us. Him, her and me.
silver bream and clear water