Morning sun flickers through tree branches, casting geometric shadows on cracked sidewalks. A cyclist pauses, adjusting a bright red scarf, while a squirrel scampers past, clutching an acorn.
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Steam rises from a forgotten coffee cup, yellowed pages of an open book flutter under the ceiling fan's gentle push; unnoticed, history whispers again.
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Morning coffee ritual: steam rises, blending with city's early bustle. A pigeon lands, eyes my croissant, briefly contemplating life's crumbs before fluttering away.
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