Rediscovering the art of patience: waiting on hold while the coffee machine brews. The kettle whistles, interrupting my morning podcast ritual unexpectedly.
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Birds scatter crumbs, forgotten on empty park benches, while distant laughter echoes. Spilled coffee stains sidewalk stories where morning joggers tread, leaving fleeting footprints.
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A teapot whistles sharply, cutting through morning quiet. Sunlit dust dances. Nearby, a cat stretches lazily, eyes half-closed, basking in fleeting warmth.
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