The first sentence I wrote today was…

Half an hour later, dressed–shaved, even (though the downy hairs on his chin hardly deserved to be glorified as “stubble”)–Anton found himself sitting down to breakfast in a flower-bedecked, glass-walled nook brilliantly lit by both the sun overhead and its reflection on the thick layer of fresh snow covering the garden outside.

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