Crisp autumn air enters the cafe as a barista grinds beans, while nearby construction dust coats parked bicycles, silently awaiting their riders.
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Crisp autumn air signals sweater season, yet somehow flip-flops linger. Unpredictable weather keeps us guessing, balancing iced coffees and pumpkin spice lattes.
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Morning light sneaks through dusty blinds, casting stripes across yesterday's laundry pile. Forgotten coffee cools, half-read book marks time. Life's quiet choreography.
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