Morning sun nudges sleepy streets awake. Bakery scents drift through open windows. Pigeons, like miniature statues, survey crumbs below. Laughter echoes from a distant playground.
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Steam rises from the cup, curling like a ribbon of warmth against the frost-kissed windowpane. Morning light trickles through, painting the room in gentle hues of gold.
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Sunlight bounces off a puddle, painting brief rainbows across damp asphalt.
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