I feel at most peace under the stars or getting lost in the dark, traumatic lives of the greek gods. Sat, perched on the edge of rock face that over look the bay below I watch the gathering of locals, a party of some kind. I have no interest in, rolling my head back and gaze and look up at the stars, feeling a wave on tranquillity wash over me. The crunch of footsteps draw my attention, and I'm shocked to find, your furious graze locked on me. Can I help you? I groan, masking my surprise.
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