Beneath flickering streetlights, a lone cyclist navigates puddles, each splash echoing distant thunder. Nearby, an old dog pauses, sniffing the breeze for familiar scents.
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Beneath flickering streetlights, a lone bicycle rests, its wheels caked with mud from yesterday's rain, whispering secrets of untraveled paths and forgotten journeys.
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Automatic doors at the grocery store pause longer on rainy days, granting everyone a moment to shake off water—a small, unnoticed kindness in the rhythm of shopping.
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