Sequoia Coast clocks and calendars don't work in night vale

It is late when she slips from Drageda’s borders, another sleepless night. It is not every night and sometimes not even every other night. There is no pattern to it, leaving her in a guessing game to figure out if she’ll fall asleep or not. If Blixen is in the cavern, even if not near her, she finds it easy to rest after a while. This night, the girl hadn’t been there and she laid restless on the cold floor until she couldn’t take it anymore and slipped out beyond the northern borders and into the opening once she breaks away from the redwoods. The cliffs have tapered down to a hilly decline, a light dusting of snow, and the roar of ocean waves to greet her when she reaches the bottom.
 
She hasn’t spent much time in the northern reaches other than border patrol but even then, she finds herself near the southern end for a number of reasons. Artaax had killed a wolf there and Arrille has to be out there somewhere. The girl sighs, trying to clear her mind of whatever stress has chosen to plague her.
 
When the ground turns sandy, and the moon bright in the sky, she steps out onto the beach the opens up and watches he waves come rolling in.

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