We lived together in a room hidden behind a secret door that you reached by climbing behind the rack of wetsuits in the boardroom - our very own Narnia. It was a space where we all understood each others need for quiet, calm and the occasional heart to heart. At night, we would talk and laugh to each other in our sleep in different languages, or come stumbling in after too many G&Ts trying not to trip over discarded surfboards and the endless tangle of phone chargers. 
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