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Every planet gets its own sun. Bold creative choice.

Someone finally solved the traffic problem, sort of.

Man lifted by rocket chair, crowd cheering below.

The doctor has definitely seen weirder. Probably.

Silver hair meets stadium lights, defying every quiet year.

Neon dread blooms where Hawkins kids dare pedal.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Finally, a store dedicated to the body's forgotten middle child.

The photographer told them to look cool. They complied.

Between tide and breath, the sea sends back its own.

Grey skies witness four souls summoning sound from strings.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.

Even the fish dressed better than most tourists.