Steam rises from city grates as strangers pass, eyes glued to screens, unaware of the crisp autumn leaves crunching underfoot, each step a quiet symphony of overlooked moments.
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The streetlamp flickered twice, casting shadows on a lone squirrel munching a forgotten apple core. Nearby, a cyclist sped past, earbuds in, oblivious to autumn's slow arrival.
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Morning light catches dust on the windowsill, revealing tiny worlds in flight. Coffee percolates, scent mingling with toast. A cat stretches, pawing at the day ahead.
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