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Butterfly wings shimmer unexpectedly under streetlights, revealing city colors.

Zebra crossings: unsung heroes of urban ballet, guiding daily foot traffic.

Morning sunlight hits the toaster, casting tiny squares onto the kitchen wall.

Squirrels rearrange acorns like tiny landscapers, planning intricate oak forests.

Silent phone buzzes. Forgotten charger mocks from the kitchen counter.

Steam rises from street grates; urban dragons breathe invisible warmth.

Crisp autumn leaves rustle beneath hurried feet, whispering ancient secrets.

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Biking swiftly, John noticed ten geese forming a perfect line across Elm Street.

Sunset paints rooftops orange; neighbors grill, laughter echoes softly.

Carrot-shaped clouds drift lazily across the azure expanse, casting peculiar shadows on the bustling city below.

Bicycle bells create chaos as pigeons scatter, startled by sudden honks nearby.

Morning sunlight dances on toast crumbs; yesterday's coffee stain lingers.