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The Ambiance
In chilly sensation held
Wrapped within warm quilt
I could almost feel my balmy
Breath condense through the
Air
With the odor of my favorite
Scents swarming through my
Hair
I sit with passion, my divan positioned
My posture upright, my thoughts
Engaged
My room lit just right
My table perfectly placed
I focus, I think
I stare
Glasses on, books on the
Right pages… pens, pencils,
Some papers to solve upon
Then tear…
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