A hummingbird paused, mid-air, near the electric blue of my sneakers, its wings vibrating like a tiny, living motor. Meanwhile, the coffee cooled, ignored.
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Sunlight hits the last grape leaf, casting lace-like shadows onto crumbling bricks. Nearby, a squirrel hoards acorns, oblivious to passing cars and hurried footsteps.
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Soggy leaves clung stubbornly to his windshield, obscuring visibility. Morning coffee grew cold as the autumn chill crept through his jacket, whispering of forgotten gloves.
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