Rain...
I woke up this morning, at 7 am, and listened to the delicate tapping, of rain, as it came to land on the roof, and crashed into the windows, beside my bed. I pulled my granny square afghan, over me. The comfort of the Pomp-A-Doodle yarn, as it met my cheek. The warmth of the afghan. Well, needless to say, I was content.
Half an hour later,
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