A Flamingo at Breakfast.

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Sunlight danced along the patio.

It shimmered on the white edges.

He devoured his breakfast out there.

The perfect start of his morning.

His coffee helped ease his mind awake.

A flamingo landed nearby.

Her beak explored the ground beneath her.

Her leg lifted up gracefully.

He admired the soft, pink, feathered form.

Each step delicately touched the soil.

The flamingo tilted her head.

She observed the man drinking coffee.

Her lanky steps moved to his spot.

She studied him as he studied her.

How beautiful nature can be.

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