Even after vigorously toweling her off, Lucy was so wet after our rainy walk yesterday that she was shivering. It was a little chilly in the house, so I decided to make a fire. The rain pattered against the windows as the fire crackled, warming the room and transforming the gray light of the day to gold. It felt as if I was in some far-off place where it's not unusual to have a fire in the summer, so I made a cup of tea and settled by the hearth to read for a while.
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