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Originally Posted by forestx5
My Grandma loved me. At the back of her house she had a little porch big enough for an overstuffed chair. Next door was a garage with a tin roof. She would make me a tea and give me a blanket and put me in the chair and I would just listen to the rain pelting that tin roof. That was one of the most carefree times in my life.
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That’s such an evocative description of cosiness and warmth - the rain on a tin roof sounds soothing.