The rhythmic drumming on my window paneA soothing symphony for weary thought,The clouds above in softest gray remainAs time for contemplation I have caught. The coffee steams beside my keyboard's glow,While characters emerge from misty scenes,The perfect words begin to ebb and flowLike water through the gutters, clean and keen. No obligations call my name …

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