1 Fiction and 3 Facts

The lady of the house sat at the vast desk in her study, pen in hand and notebook open, both ready to record the words her imagination was concocting. The notebook was a soft brown leather and her pen was a beautiful black lacquer fountain juicy with the finest emerald green ink. The miniature version of herself in her mind was rambling through the landscape of ideas and thoughts, trying to locate the right words and phrases to create the most perfect passage of prose.

But what is fact and what is fiction? :-)

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