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HANNA is in a river, the water up to her calves, her skirt tied round her thighs. She is completely absorbed. Then she looks up, aware of being watched. MICHAEL is sitting with a notebook.
HANNA
What are you doing?
MICHAEL
I’m writing a poem. About you.
HANNA
Can I hear it?
MICHAEL
It’s not ready. I’ll read it to you
one day.