The sky is gray today.
My shoes are wet from rain.
Downtown streets have been abandoned.
Most people take shelter inside.
There is a steaming cup of cocoa on the table.
A fire gently roars in the furnace.
Beside me there is a book open to page 394.
Ink drips from a dipped quill.
Dark spots spread across a sheet of paper.
What shall I write?
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