A forgotten coffee cup, now a home for a sprouting plant, sits on my desk. Little green leaves stretch toward the lamp's warm glow, thriving in unlikely places.
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Late afternoon sunlight drapes over bustling sidewalks, casting shadows that mimic the hurried pace of commuters weaving through the city's heart.
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Spilled coffee forms continents on my desk, each stain a reminder: wipe surfaces, not dreams. Meanwhile, tangled cables mimic urban chaos beneath my feet.
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