From an early age I loved to write. Many a summer day was spent writing, illustrating and carefully stapling my handmade books for my parents to read, but on rainy Northern days I could be found alongside my sister jumping in puddles that formed in the dips of our summer cottage lane.
12/30/17
Memories of Molly: A Haiku
Soft silver-tinged ears Wide paw lifting to my knee Molly says hello.
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