An ocean bath looked like shelter on a high swell day. Then an almighty wave picked Gadia Zrihan and her daughter up, dragging them into open water On a Monday afternoon, late last summer, my eight-year-old daughter and I headed to Bronte beach after school. The ocean was wild, churning with whitewater, and more riled up than I had ever seen it. We decided to play it safe and have a dip in the ocean pool instead. It was not its usual tranquil oasis. Waves crashed over the ocean side, sending out...
An ocean bath looked like shelter on a high swell day. Then an almighty wave picked Gadia Zrihan and her daughter up, dragging them into open water On a Monday afternoon, late last summer, my eight-year-old daughter and I headed to Bronte beach after school. The ocean was wild, churning with whitewater, and more riled up than I had ever seen it. We decided to play it safe and have a dip in the ocean pool instead. It was not its usual tranquil oasis. Waves crashed over the ocean side, sending out...
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