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| Letting the warmth stay a little longer. |
At the bottom of the cup, a small silence. Not emptiness exactly, just that soft pause that follows something warm.
Some mornings are loud with thought. Others begin like this: steam in the air, light curling through glass,
a taste that doesn’t rush to leave your tongue.
There’s nothing extraordinary about it. And maybe that’s the point.
Not everything needs to be meaningful. Some things just need to be felt, held in the palm, sipped slowly,
and allowed to pass.
Location: Home, Dubai
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