Hiden. I'm hiden. And there's intimacy in watching them. I practically salivate at the sight and thought of it. The giddiness unfurls its tendrils over my body and mind. I steady my hand. The camera clicks and the shutter whirls. "Just a few more, before I'm seen." I think to myself. "Then, I'll slip away." Like a voyeur or stalker, I marvel at the mating dance of the puffin.
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