Watching a toddler triumphantly hold a spoon upside down, I realized that life’s victories often come from unexpected directions.
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Sunlight glints softly off puddles where raindrops splashed earlier. A forgotten umbrella dances with the wind, weaving stories through empty streets, unnoticed by passersby.
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At dawn, a lone cyclist weaves through deserted streets, chasing the sun's first light, as sleepy city buildings quietly whisper farewell to the night.
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