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The dawn stretches, yawning over quiet streets. Shadows fade as the world awakens, each step a rhythm matching the heartbeat of morning. The air is crisp, a soft promise held in every breath.
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Comments (3)
I do morning run instead and I enjoy it . Good.
Morning is my favorite part of the day. Nice description and good work.
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