The scorching sun radiated onto the shoulders sculpted by years of repetition, decades of the same motion, the same net, and the same lake, etched as taut lines of muscle. Beads of sweat glistened on their bodies as they pulled in unhurried but precise unison, like a well-oiled machine, while I, gushing with sweat, ground like a rusted gear that struggled to catch.[…]
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