Her skin kissed the dock, sun-hued in a gravitational pull the way that age does.
I approached from the promenade, padding wood, and positioned myself in another corner of the cubic jetty. She watched wordless from behind her sunglasses; clutched her knees so that her back bowed and toes raised themselves off the ground. She rocked there gently and turne…
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