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Every single day the air speaks to the dogs. Stories tied up with little bows of intrigue are unwrapped by the twitching nostrils of a domestic canine whose instincts burst to the surface like little snaps of ethereal spark.

Tangible scents dropped like the dew of ages are swept off leaf and limb and absorbed into the eager passages of nose and mind to spark the heedless pursuit. Oh to be so driven, so single minded in purpose, to forget all but this finite quarry whose seductive path inexplicably dissolves into nowhere.