Lemon zest glittered on the surface of my tea, reflecting morning sun rays through steam. Nearby, a squirrel paused, contemplating an acorn with unexpected seriousness.
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Staring at the traffic lights, I realized the green one flickered slightly, like it was winking at the world, impatiently urging cars forward.
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Warm coffee mug, forgotten beside a blinking cursor, smells like morning.
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