The morning light filtered softly through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns across the faded floral wallpaper of my bedroom. I could hear the familiar sound of birds chirping outside, a chorus that had been the backdrop to my mornings for decades. As I lay in bed, the world outside felt both familiar and distant, like an old photograph fading …
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