Fishing Tale

My spotlight cast eerie shadows against the rock wall opposite the cove. The outcropping seemed to dance in the light as I swung it from side to side. Finally, I saw her. The singer was clinging to one of the pointed rocks. Her head was laying on the wet stone and facing away from me. All I could see was one of her slim, pale arms and her long, black hair. It flowed down from her head and covered her neck and back.

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