It was a morning for contemplation and consideration as we left Casa Hunter this morning. I contemplated the marked chiaroscuro of the landscape just pre-sunrise as Seren snoofled at the footpath, inhaling a thousand spilled Happy Meals, their material long gone but their spirit and greasy stains lingering still.
I contemplated the bite in the
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Snoofling, which Seren informs me is the word for what she does, is similar in almost no way. Bouncing across the landscape with no regard for inconveniences such as roads, trees and drains it is carried out at a bounce, and with a distinct *clonk* noise at every inhalation...
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