Beneath autumn's first chill, a cat naps on the sunlit porch. Nearby, a neighbor's wind chime whispers softly, echoing the rustle of fallen leaves.
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Wandering sidewalks, I spotted a pigeon inspecting a dropped ice cream cone, as if contemplating flavors. Meanwhile, a nearby squirrel seemed to judge its indecisiveness.
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Morning coffee tastes different when brewed in silence, as if each sip whispers secrets only the early sun understands.
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