Kuto’s life no. 843

Kuto awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He rose from his bed, stretched, and smiled. It was another beautiful day in Curaçao. Kuto walked to the window and gazed out at the ocean. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the sky was ablaze with colors. Kuto inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with fresh salty air.

He left his room and made his way down to the beach. There were already a few people milling about, but it was still early enough that Kuto had his pick of spots on the sand. He chose a spot near where the waves were breaking and sat down with a content sigh.

It wasn't long before Kuto's eyes began to drift closed as he basked in the warmth of the rising sun. He let out a soft snore as he drifted off into sleep...
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