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Evening. Dim light. A little girl outside, Sinead, with a skipping rope. An empty space. Grass. The ocean nearby. A bench. The sound of a keyboard. Minor chords. Overture.
Lucinda enters.
LUCINDA: Ah, there you are. I was looking for you all over.
SINEAD: Why didn’t you look where I was?
LUCINDA: I didn’t know where you were, otherwise I would’ve found you, wouldn’t I?
SINEAD: I was here. I’m always out here…when the sun’s gone, I am out here.
LUCINDA: Why?
SINEAD: I can still see the ocean from up here…and I can smell the waves…and hear the seagulls.
LUCINDA: Aren’t you cold?
SINEAD: No. I’m never cold.
Lucinda smiles. They sit down and look up.
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