Dandelion seeds spiral through bustling intersections, unnoticed by most, yet diligently charting their own course amid the urban bustle.
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Orange peels dry on windowsills, collecting fragments of sunlight. Forgotten keys rest beneath cushions, whispering untold stories of absentminded mornings.
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Parking lots resemble puzzle pieces: each vehicle, a distinct color, shape, angle. Yet, together, they form an unintentional, fleeting mosaic—daily urban art.
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