Augustine sighed happily. A fire was
burning nicely on the hearth that both warmed and lit the living
room. She smiled as the flames shadows danced with light cast from
the fire. The light and shadows danced merrily along the walls and
across the floor. Her large, loving, gentle dog who had busied
herself with a chewy stick now lay quietly on the floor.
Lately everything was crazy and hectic,
but right now it was fuzzy warm slippers, comfy sweats, a hot tea,
and no noise. Just the natural breathing of her dog, herself, and the
crackling of the fire.
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