A hummingbird paused beside the sunlit window box, sipping nectar while the city hummed with rush-hour chaos below. Above, clouds drifted lazily on a blue canvas.
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In a world of endless scrolling, the forgotten art of listening stands out. The quiet hum of a coffee shop, the gentle rustle of pages turning, or the distant murmur of conversations create a tapestry of life often overlooked.
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Dew glistens on forgotten bicycle seats as dawn unveils the city's secrets.
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