Staring at the calendar, I realized how quickly December snow turns into March puddles. Each passing week feels like a blink, yet every Monday drags quietly.
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Discovered a forgotten bookmark inside an old cookbook: a grocery list from 1998. Flour, eggs, nostalgia—time-travel through pantry essentials.
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Steaming coffee fogs glasses; raindrops shatter on steel umbrellas.
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