I listen as rain pitter-patters upon the tin roof.
The inside of my tiny home is thankfully rainproof.
I sit wrapped in a cozy quilt, where I write daily prose.
My pen briefly stalls, but then the story flows.
Curled up by my feet, sleeps my old dog, named Ruth.
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Mary Haynes
Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”
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Ruth, is excellent company!
Love this, sounds like a great way to spend the day. Plus, Ruth is adorable. ❤️