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| I gave my friend Kevin Boyle an underwater camera eighteen months before he died of malignant melanoma in my spare bedroom. When he left the camera to me in his will, it seemed changed. Sixty surfers paddled out and scattered Kevin's ashes outside the break at San Onofre. I spent weeks smuggling Kevin's camera into resort mega-pools in Hawaii. I covertly photographed people drifting in the zone between air and water. | |||||||||
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