Morning sunlight dances across the kitchen table, highlighting yesterday’s cereal bowls and the newspaper’s forgotten crossword. Silence echoes louder than the ticking clock.
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Steam rises from fresh coffee, its warmth mirrored by the sunlit kitchen counter. Mornings blur into routine, yet each sip offers a momentary escape from the ordinary.
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Steam rises from the forgotten coffee mug; sunlight dances through the window, casting playful shapes on the cluttered desk.
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