Lost sock mysteries: laundry gremlins, eternal vanishing acts. Cozy cotton friends escape spin cycles, reappearing as dust bunnies beneath sofas.
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Morning sun pierces curtains, illuminating forgotten sneakers, mismatched socks, and yesterday’s half-read book resting beside a steaming cup of chamomile tea.
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Clouds drift lazily, casting shadows that cool sunlit sidewalks.
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