Crisp autumn air flickers through the alley, swirling leaves dance past forgotten bikes. Nearby, an artist paints murals with leftover coffee on cracked brick walls.
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A peculiar warmth arises when sunlight brushes freshly brewed coffee, swirling steam into fleeting morning artistry. Such transient beauty often passes unnoticed.
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Freshly baked bread demands patience; its aroma conquers early morning silence.
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