Morning sunlight glints off the neighbor's cracked birdbath, casting tiny rainbows on thirsty sparrows. Nearby, a cat watches, tail flicking, eyes calculating every feathered movement.
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Morning commute: a sea of bobbing heads, each absorbed in glowing rectangles, unaware of the sunrise painting skyscrapers in soft amber hues.
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Staring at the fridge light, I realized it's just a tiny sun illuminating expired yogurt dreams.
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