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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justbusttheman
@justbusttheman
Mornings weave a tapestry of warmth and nostalgia, each slice a testament to new beginnings.
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