March 09, 2024, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: March 21, 2024, 06:21 PM by Calahan.
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Finally, he was out of the godforsaken lowlands. The damned false desert. Calahan had always thought a dry, sandy landscape to be appealing. The last month or so had proven otherwise. While some enjoyed the dunes, it wasn't his niche.
He hoped to put the dry wasteland behind him, along with much other things. The downs were intriguing. Watching from the brisk prairie, Calahan marveled at the abrupt cliffs. The style off them was something else. While he had seen many cliffs,
not all seemed this steep. The possibility of a successful climb was just about as real as a ghost, so he continued on his way.
He hoped to put the dry wasteland behind him, along with much other things. The downs were intriguing. Watching from the brisk prairie, Calahan marveled at the abrupt cliffs. The style off them was something else. While he had seen many cliffs,
not all seemed this steep. The possibility of a successful climb was just about as real as a ghost, so he continued on his way.
February 21.
As of now, my life is quite irregular, even more so than usual. I may post frequently for a few days, then go slow for weeks. I'll try my best to reply within two weeks. Some threads, such as ones with many participants, may take priority over others. Thank you for understanding!
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