In the quiet corner of a bustling café, steam from a forgotten espresso cup curls lazily upward, whispering secrets of unseen mornings. Nearby, a lone umbrella waits, a silent sentinel against unpredictable skies.
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Morning light kisses the dew-dappled grass, revealing intricate spider silk. A lone crow perches silently, observing traffic flow while coffee steams beside forgotten keys.
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Morning sunbeams revealed a forgotten sock beneath the couch, dust motes swirling in its orbit, a quiet reminder of neglected corners. Rediscovery prompts swift rescue.
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