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The Rolling Thunder Collection
Crashing Waves
The ocean rises up as if it were a wild beast. You can see a stampede of wild horses now standing higher on their hind legs with sharp hooves pawing, mouths foaming, running, faster, higher, with wild red eyes, crashing into the beach with all the force of an ancient mighty herd, repeated soon by another specter. (For international print orders please email ryanwarneke@me.com)
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