Nina povThe town wakes slowly.Not like the city did. Not with sirens and engines and restless ambition. Here, mornings stretch instead of snap. The bakery opens before the sun fully rises. The same old man walks his dog past the square at exactly seven-twelve. The church bell rings even when no one is inside.I’ve learned the rhythm.My mother leaves early for the schoolhouse, her hands always smelling faintly of chalk and paper. She kisses my cheek before she goes. Sometimes she lingers. Sometimes she watches me like she’s afraid I might disappear.The café opens at eight.It isn’t large. Four small wooden tables inside. Two outside when the we
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