Thirst can be hopeful. But it can also be wild.
On the first day, the beach seems so small
from the helicopter shots. Waves out of the blue
Tyrrhenian pulse against the shoreline, signs
of a hot wind buffeting the riders as they dash
alone toward the line with nothing but the tick
of the clock in the pits of their stomachs. Full …
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