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The sun had barely begun to rise, spilling a soft, golden hue across the dewy yard. A delicate, almost ethereal light played across the tips of the grass. Illuminating droplets of morning moisture like tiny diamonds. I stepped outside with my usual routine in mind — watering the flowers, checking the garden, and savoring a few quiet moments before the day’s demands fully encroached. The air was calm, fragrant with damp earth and the subtle perfume of early blooms, carrying the crisp freshness of morning dew. It was the…
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