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s the sun cracks and the beams of gold give way to a myriad
of blues and greens, the perfectly groomed banks are revealed.
Spitting head-high barrels in almost every direction - up the beach,
past the lagoon ... at the pipe. It would later be recounted as the
filthiest weekend of surfing on the Gold Coast for a long time,
enough to just push out smile after smile on all who would be
witness // Photo Luke Sorensen
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