Morning sun catches dew, creating tiny prisms on grass blades. Commuters shuffle forward, earbuds in, eyes fixed on glowing screens, unaware of nature's quiet spectacle.
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Seven sparrows perched silently on the rusted railing, each eyeing yesterday's stale toast crumbs scattered by the wind—crumbs the color of forgotten autumn leaves.
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Sunlight slants across keys, dust particles highlighted briefly, then vanish. Meanwhile, the coffee machine hums softly, signaling another busy day ahead.
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