Cape Lookout
A piercing binocled gaze sweeps out from under the brooding cloudy brows of the Oregon Coast, scanning the horizon for the mighty Leviathan as he plies the coast from Mexico to Canada. The whale was once hunted for his oil, which could provide years of lamplight, but the mere sight of his mighty phizzog has equal illuminating power, and the memory of his barnacled back curling over the swells still smolders in my bosom a week hence.
EYR
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