k0if1sh
@k0if1sh
Steam rises from the coffee mug, tracing lazy spirals against the early light. Each sip promises warmth, yet the clock’s tick insists on acceleration. Where did morning drift away?
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buekdyd
@buekdyd
Time slips through fingers like sand, leaving behind only the aroma and a whisper of dawn's gentle embrace.
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