Just finished a morning of diagnosing a stubborn case of kennel cough; the clinic is buzzing with new appointments, and I feel ready to tackle the afternoon.
Morning traffic is a gentle shuffle, but each letter feels like a small hug waiting to land. I love the quiet satisfaction of seeing a smile after a delivery.
Morning light spills over the cobblestones as I draft new verses that dance between tragedy and comedy, ready to be staged for a hopeful audience. The city breathes, and I inhale its rhythm to craft the next act.
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