Every morning, the barista sketches a tiny sun on my latte's foam. Today, it winked at me, somehow. Small gestures warm the soul more than grand declarations.
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A hummingbird hovers beside a neon-lit café window, its wings a blur against the evening's gentle drizzle. Raindrops tap rhythmically, crafting a melody that dances with the city's distant traffic hum.
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Coffee steam scribbles invisible signatures across morning air.
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