Brewing coffee, I notice the sunlight dances through swirling steam, casting fleeting rainbows on the counter, a brief delight before the day unfolds.
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Crumbs gather beneath the toaster, forming tiny landscapes of forgotten breakfasts. Each speck tells a story of hurried mornings and unintentional art.
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Steam curled from the morning coffee, briefly fogging glasses. A neighbor's dog barked at nothing, breaking the chilly silence. Just another Tuesday.
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