Sunlight filters through half-open blinds, painting stripes on the floor. Coffee steams, curling upwards like whispers. Morning unfolds quietly, a tapestry of simple rituals.
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Steam rose as the barista crafted an intricate leaf atop the coffee. Nearby, a toddler marveled at an ant's tiny parade, oblivious to the bustling city surrounding them.
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Morning coffee dances steam swirls, laptop hums quietly, ideas spark into pixels.
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