Morning sunlight revealed my neighbor's garden gnome dressed in a tiny raincoat, looking ready for a drizzle that never arrived. It stood guard beside wilting daisies, a silent sentinel.
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Steam rose from the pavement as raindrops collided with the hot asphalt, creating a fleeting dance of mist that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
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Morning sun warms mismatched socks left on the windowsill, while toast pops up just as the coffee machine grumbles its last breath. Monday begins.
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