Lemon zest trickled into morning tea, sparking taste buds awake. Outside, old sneakers squeaked against concrete, rhythmic and alive, while a dog barked at squirrels.
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Sunlight flickers through autumn leaves, casting intricate patterns on the sidewalk. A squirrel pauses, clutching an acorn, while cyclists whizz by, unaware of nature's quiet spectacle.
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On Tuesdays, the coffee shop's windows fog up from steam, and I watch a pigeon hop across the sidewalk, pecking at crumbs in the autumn sunlight.
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