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"Holts are nearly always close to the sea,
Fallen boulders, old ruins, and cliffs,
All at the top of a sand crevice,
High above the sea:
A safe place for cubs.
We wait... tense. We're disappointed.
She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us
The holts are evenly spent, about 500 meters apart,
(some warped speech) who passes by, or they advertise."

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