daylight,
I sit down on my chair as I take a sip from a hot cup of milk. The cold breeze from the doorway brushes my face as it enters the library. The fresh air brought the scent of mountains and rivers into my home. Finishing my cup of milk, I continue reading my book from the second floor of the library. While immersing myself, my mind travels to even more mountains and rivers. From the red of sunrise to the red of sunset, I immerse myself in the scent and view of the mountains. I close the book and see a gray office. Three cups of coffee sit empty beside my computer screen. I pack up my stuff and go home.
Literary: The World I Go To Everyday
I sit down on my chair as I take a sip from a hot cup of milk. The cold breeze from the doorway brushes my face as it enters the library. The fresh air brought the scent of mountains and rivers into my home. Finishing my cup of milk, I continue reading my book from the second floor of the library. While immersing myself, my mind travels to even more mountains and rivers. From the red of sunrise to the red of sunset, I immerse myself in the scent and view of the mountains. I close the book and see a gray office. Three cups of coffee sit empty beside my computer screen. I pack up my stuff and go home.
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