When I read this, Thorn, I wept. I don't mind admitting that.
I did too... but I'm suspecting it may be for different reasons...
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That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
I miss the puddles...
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