Ser Marmot

This little guy was trying to get back to his burrow, which was disrupted in the search for an elusive septic tank. I pet him; his coat was silky soft.

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Reluctant technophile, immoderate lover of words, food, cogitation, the sensory world. We are not done evolving and there is no free will.
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