Pigeons congregate under the bridge, ignoring passing cyclists. One bird glances skyward, as if appraising the weather; clouds drift lazily, indifferent to urban commotion.
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Found an old cassette buried in the couch, its songs a forgotten time capsule. Dusty nostalgia triggered, I danced alone, recalling moments once vivid, now distant echoes.
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Spilled coffee forms islands on yesterday’s newspaper, current events submerged.
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