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In silence many snooze, or wake with a yawn, yet birds fill airwaves with symphony of dawn. The warm mellow sun is reaching up high, showcasing jet streams that criss cross the sky, but deeper down there's a hangover haze that meets with mist over young fields of maize... ...cars collect, every nature novice, unconscious commute, drawn to the office.
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Morning Commute
In silence many snooze, or wake with a yawn, yet birds fill airwaves with symphony of dawn. The warm mellow sun is reaching up high, showcasing jet streams that criss cross the sky, but deeper down there's a hangover haze that meets with mist over young fields of maize... ...cars collect, every nature novice, unconscious commute, drawn to the office.
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
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