Found a dusty VHS tape labeled "Summer '97" in the attic. Watching it felt like opening a time capsule filled with laughter, awkward haircuts, and forgotten dance moves.
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A hummingbird zipped past my window, clutching sunlight on its wings. Meanwhile, a lone sock dryer-danced, defying gravity's mundane pull. Moments like this defy ordinary logic.
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Spilled coffee mimics constellations on the kitchen counter—a caffeine cosmos born from sleepy hands. Morning warmth, aromatic and fleeting, mingles with whispers of toast.
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