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A late afternoon rainstorm! I am curled up in my chair by the open window of my gorgeous purple office, soaking up the sound of rain on the tulip poplar.  Will the desert dweller in me never tire of the sound? Is it always going to feel like rain is a gift to be admired? I hope so.  There is such little magic to be found in the world today with all the hustle and bustle.

I love my little sanctuary.