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Kite Surfing looks insanely challenging, and the surfer\u2019s bodies, driven by their craft, were lithe, hard and practical. Even their children had a preternatural purity to them. Confident, little water bugs, they were free of tan lines and all shared these seraphic mops of hair, as if creatures from another planet. I don\u2019t want to turn it on too much, but it was striking, even mesmerizing.<\/p>\n
By the pool at the resort was an expensive looking black woman with the body of a Playmate. We made eye contact and I nodded toward her, but she gave me a dismissive and imperious look, immediately snapping her sunglasses down and scrolling through her iPhone. Later, when a man with an NFL build came by, she became animated and solicitous, eventually striking cheesecake poses for his camera.<\/p>\n
Lying in a beach chair was a woman in her late 40s. She was wearing an intensely white bikini that offset her deeply penetrated, lurid tan, had immense fake breasts and hair that was dyed the kind of blonde that can only be synthesized in a lab. All day she lay alone, inert but for occasionally turning over. Every once in awhile her boyfriend, a man in his 50s who oozed vanity, would come by. Top-heavy like a body builder, he had meticulously attended sideburns that were the star of his face, and he walked about in a way that called for attention, which once gathered, he would lead back to his bronzed trophy who just lay there, waiting for him to need her.<\/p>\n
The surfers didn\u2019t seem to care if you saw them. Having fully committed themselves to something that they loved, they became beautiful. It was an accident, a byproduct of a physical and supernal devotion that contrasted sharply with those few there who saw beauty as a destination, something that lived on the surface, \u00a0could be acquired and then spent like money.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nAnd just a little further off, in the pool a woman was delicately immersing herself in the water. Her mother leaned over, speaking softly, \u201c We had a very tough Christmas, Jane was the nanny of one of the children killed at Sandy Hook and we\u2019re just trying to put it all back together and find some light, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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