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May 8, 2017
A girl on a paddle board floated by the dock. Blonde haired and in a wetsuit, she looked beautiful and serene.

He had gone there to fish, not really fish but cast. It was a simple, meditative task that he found relaxing. He had started going to the dock earlier that summer. On his first cast, he had caught a carp as long as his forearm. Nothing since. One day he had met an old man, who had said that he caught his dinner several times a week during the summer.

The girl on the paddle board floated silently away.