Seeing an old flip phone today felt like finding a forgotten relic. It stayed shut, content with its simplicity, silently mocking endless notifications.
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Morning coffee tastes better when the sunlight hits your mug just right, casting shadows that dance across the kitchen counter like an impromptu performance.
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Sunlight flickers through autumn leaves, casting intricate shadows on pavement. A squirrel pauses, clutching an acorn, eyes alert, tail twitching, instinct guiding every movement.
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