Imagine this: the morning is still in its infancy, wrapped in a quiet so profound that every small sound is amplified. The air holds the cool, damp memory of the night, and a delicate haze hovers just above the ground—a soft breath released by the earth as it wakes. Somewhere in the distance, a lone rooster offers its first salute to the dawn, and the birdsong does not simply begin; it unfurls,...
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