1. The feel of the luxurious wool and cashmere blend yarn running through my fingers as I teach myself how to crochet.
2. Sitting in the sun shining into the dining room, and relishing every ray as it warms my face. I can't help but smile; if I were a cat, I'd follow the sun around the house and take naps in it whenever I could.
3.Watching the icicles shimmer and melt in the light of the sun and begin to drip with a staccato plop-plop, plop, plop-plop-plop, plop.
2. Sitting in the sun shining into the dining room, and relishing every ray as it warms my face. I can't help but smile; if I were a cat, I'd follow the sun around the house and take naps in it whenever I could.
3.Watching the icicles shimmer and melt in the light of the sun and begin to drip with a staccato plop-plop, plop, plop-plop-plop, plop.
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