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Room temp black tea, Jingling house keys, Little whispers of morning trees. Quaint feeling of tranquility, Walking among the preserved fall leaves, A small nip of chill in the breeze.
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Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
Morning Tranquility
Room temp black tea, Jingling house keys, Little whispers of morning trees. Quaint feeling of tranquility, Walking among the preserved fall leaves, A small nip of chill in the breeze.
There's something about a Monday morning.
AbbottJHardison
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15/M/Rochester NY
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
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