lingling408
@lingling408
The toaster's song: bread enters, waits, emerges golden. Coffee steams, alarm clocks relent. Mornings unfold quietly, yet each tick whispers secrets of yesterday's sunrise.
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cosmicfrosty
@cosmicfrosty
The morning routine narrates its own story, rich with warmth and quiet revelations.
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