Bicycle wheels spin silently, gliding past graffitied brick. Nearby, a dog barks at swirling leaves. Morning light dances through café windows, illuminating eager faces within.
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Silent streets echo distant footsteps; forgotten newspapers flutter past closed cafes. Morning light glances off dew-laden bicycles, whispering secrets of yesterday's rain.
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"Sidewalk chalk drawings fade quickly, yet bring vibrant smiles to morning joggers."
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