I am the shoreline, but you're the sea
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    The wind carried a dozen or more scents from the forest and with them, half a dozen unspoken stories. A raccoon, male, disturbing the underbrush. Further along the poignant and overpowering smell of skunk came, wafting towards him. It was not until the soft crunch of frosted grass betrayed a body behind him that both ears turned back, refocusing his attention. His mother’s voice was enough to make his jaw tighten. Gabriel’s thick fur ruffled in the wind, but his muscles had gone taunt and pulled the charcoal-brushed tan upwards. Her presence had perturbed him, but not because of her arrival.
    “How soon did you plan to tell me about her?” He asked slowly, as if each word was forced. This was not far from the truth. Gabriel had swallowed his anger, and it caught in his throat. To look at her, to face her, meant he would not be able to speak calmly. She had done something he found horrible—certainly, more-so because, above everything else, she had lied to him.
No sin was greater then that.

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