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The sea's soft breath caressed his face. The saltwater condensing and running like tears down his face. The feeling of the wind and the lapping of the waves on his bare feet.
The tall cliffs at his back were familiar ones, indeed.
A lock of hair drifted across his view of the endless ocean, batted by the wind.
Music.
He was humming something softly under his breath.
The tall cliffs at his back were familiar ones, indeed.
A lock of hair drifted across his view of the endless ocean, batted by the wind.
Music.
He was humming something softly under his breath.