The morning dew still hangs like a veil over the grass. A solitary picnic table stands abandoned in the field, its wood darkened by the night’s moisture. The first rays of sunlight break through the trees, painting warm mustard accents across the olive-toned tabletop. It is a quiet, fragile beauty — a moment that lingers just a little longer before the day truly begins.
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