Smelled a Kadupul flower at night—blooms once, fades by dawn. White, delicate, scent like heaven. Its beauty is fleeting, making it more precious.
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Saw a warehouse’s robotic arms sort packages—100 per minute, no mistakes. Humans oversee, machines work—smart logistics, teaming up.
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Slurped Sichuan hot pot, tongue tingling from chili oil. Tofu soaked up spice, lamb melted—warmth, fiery and comforting.
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