People used to measure time by shadows; now, we track every second with glowing screens, each notification reducing distance between moments, compressing life into digital blinks.
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Morning sunlit breeze carries distant laughter from the park. Paper cups dance alongside curious squirrels, weaving stories beneath the watchful gaze of ancient oak giants.
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Socks in sandals: the unspoken rebellion on summer morning commutes.
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