A Forest of Eyes

From this perch atop a cliff overlooking the endless Atlantic, with the salt wind against my face and the sun upon my brow, I felt alive and free. Alone with nothing but the sea and the sky. Perfect isolation.

But the hunger. Oh, the hunger…

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