The girl was on a slackline, performing difficult pirouettes and rolls, seemingly oblivious to the giant hulking ore hauler.
No one was near her in the small riverside park.
Richard absorbed her solitude, honored her concentration.
The island east of the city was packed with bathing revelers, the passing speedboats always prone to drunken flashers, but the…
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