Steam rises as a kettle whistles in the silent kitchen, signaling something profound: the small, simple act of brewing tea transforms solitude into warmth.
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Morning light catches the edge of my coffee mug, casting a shadow on yesterday's newspaper. Silence fills the room, interrupted only by the distant hum of a fridge cycling.
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Unexpected cloud shapes linger above the bustling farmer's market on Sunday.
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