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a vision too removed to mention
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Short posts, please?
---- The coyote was perched upon a rock looking out into the ocean. He was obviously threatened because he wasn't some other coyote, Segodi, and had to leave the coast he was sitting on. This one wasn't nearly as appealing in the first place. It was jagged and rough, but he got to stare at the ocean nonetheless. Abel wondered why he was so fond of the ocean anywhere. Just recently had he seen it for the first time and there was no over dramatic liking toward it, just a calm reassurance that he knew he really liked something. His eyes squinted as he watched, then leaned back to take a nap. Still, there was nothing. Since meeting that coyote he hadn't had a flashback and he was just aimlessly sitting here. He was lost and confused and there was no one around him that was giving him anything reassure because he surely didn't believe him.
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