Reflections from the Edge of the Kitchen Counter
The sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm golden hue on the countertops. I stand at the edge, cradling a chipped mug filled with coffee that has long since cooled.
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The sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm golden hue on the countertops. I stand at the edge, cradling a chipped mug filled with coffee that has long since cooled.
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