Daddy had said it was ok. “Seems a shame to not do anything on this summer day,” he’d said. He’d always encouraged his children – all 5 of them – to find joy where they could. And the play of grey clouds in the sky had provided an excellent opportunity. Elanor had asked her mommy if she could take one of uncle Frodo’s old rugs outside to go sky watching. She’d never known uncle Frodo, but she’d heard so much about him that it was as if he was part of their family. Taking his rug meant he was there with them.
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