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daughter-mothers as it swirled and surged and flagged and swirled up again in time.
Best day of my life, Sumiko would say, when she walked into the ocean with her mother
and grandmother for the first time, a young teen with her own nomi, mask, and barrel.
They walked without mincing though waves towered over them. They laughed when
the ocean slapped them in the face with the full force of its grandeur, 3 generations with
their faces to the blue-on-blue. Sumiko recalled:
