wait
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The morning light is just right, so I brew a cup of tea and open that long-neglected book. Outside the window, the paulownia leaves rustle softly, as if whispering summer's secrets. Life doesn't always need to be rushed—sometimes we must pause to hear time's gentle murmur.
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go base
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