Bright, scintillating, effulgent. All these words and more have no bearing on the morning when Seren and I left Casa Hunter.
Grey, dull, damp, soggy...these words, however, are the very quintessence of the greeting we received as we stepped out into the rain.
Rain is something Seren had not really encountered in her morning perambulations, being
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And there are any number of people down here in Oz who, through me reading your stories, have adopted the Good Girl Bikkits (with proper attribution) for animals, children and spouses alike ;)
Just thought you should know that.
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