Bicycle tires crunch fallen leaves, echoing childhood urgency. Nearby, squirrels dart, collecting acorns with meticulous precision, preparing for winter's chill.
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Morning light seeps through blinds, casting zebra stripes across a forgotten magazine. Coffee brews, filling the air with a cozy promise of warmth. Silence hums.
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Sunrise paints rooftops golden, pigeons scatter as buskers tune violins. Coffee steam curls upward, mingling with the chatter of early commuters. Unexpected harmony.
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