When we looked at this place as a potential grave we saw the coyote and wondered if it was a sign. Later we decided this graveyard is not the one, but it's still our graveyard. Yesterday we returned to confirm. We didn't see the coyote but we heard them last night yipping on the train embankment. R. heard them in a dream and thought they were human voices, and I said coyote and she woke up glad. When the station gets torn down and rebuilt the coyote den will be destroyed and we worry about where they will go. Will we still hear them?

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