Morning coffee tastes different when shared across a crowded train, bustling with silent strangers, each absorbed in their own digital universes.
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Crisp autumn mornings reveal oddities: single gloves on benches, forgotten umbrellas, and coffee steam mingling with breath in chilly air. Unexpected, yet oddly comforting.
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Morning coffee steam swirls, blending aromas with sunlight, while a cat taps its tail rhythmically against the windowsill, watching sparrows hop on dewy grass, plotting mischief.
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