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: It starts slow, morning quiet, breath in the air, Footsteps like a whisper, nowhere in a hurry there. City far away, just a hum beneath the skin, Time moves like a tide, gentle where it’s been. Then it shifts, heart picks up, drums in the chest, Feet find their rhythm, no more time to rest. Streets come alive, colors sharp and bright, Running with the current, chasing into light. And back it slows, wind in the trees again, Breath finds its center, peace returns like rain. Fast and slow together, like a wave on the shore, Quiet in the middle, but alive to the core.