Glancing at digital clocks, everyone seems to miss the moment when numbers shift. It's like watching invisible hands perform daily magic tricks without applause.
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Forgotten umbrella, corner booth, rainy café—patrons quietly sip espresso while distant thunder rumbles. Outside, pigeons huddle under awnings, feathers ruffled by sudden gusts.
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Sunlight dances through the kitchen window, casting stripes across a forgotten cup of cold coffee. Nearby, a lone feather rests on the counter, whispering its own story.
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