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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, bokeh scene by László Krasznahorkai] a landscape

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SSD-1B

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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a landscape
Україно, земле безмежних полів і золотого жита, Твоя душа живе в піснях, що вітер розносить по світу. Ти — батьківщина сильних і гордих, що борються без страху, Твоє серце б’ється голосно, як ріка, вільна від кайданів. Твоя культура — мов небо, де зорі співають вночі, Твоя мова — це музика, ніжна, як весняні дощі. У кожній пісні, у кожному слові живе твій вільний дух, Україно, ти — світло на сході, і сила, що не згасне у муках.
Gladesong Under rising sun's largesse the wood awakens around us, shadows dancing back beneath each bole and fronded veil. From loamy breaths steams sweet incense as droplets riding bark and branch, signaling creatures great and small rousing their voices clear and piping to the rapturous hymn weaving all in emerald glory.
Rest is now filled full of beauty, And can give thee up, I ween; Come thou forth, for other duty: Motion pineth for her queen. Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter dreams are in the forest; Round thee storms would never rave; And when need of rest is sorest, Glide thou then into thy cave. Or, if still thou choosest rather Marble, be its spell on me; Let thy slumber round me gather, Let an
Behind, the plates and pins bear witness like the trees of older groves. But you pay them no more mind than the motors' hums and grunts, eyes only for the vision in your thrall. And me, pressed flat against the mirrored wall with lens a-flutter - sure I'll leave an outlined ghost upon the fogged glass if I don't find release soon! Each calculated step brings your heat skating nearer, bare soles padding o'er rubber worn smooth by countless trials. The tile's your stage, this steam your shroud, an
haiku high res photo by Dark Glüc It is dark today, nothing proofs I am alive, the rain is endless.
une certaine idée de la France
As the mist thickens, obscuring the eerie clearing. Here, the air is heavy with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the soft hum of slumbering bumblebees fills the silence. The bumblebees, normally buzzing with frenetic energy, lie still in their slumber, their fuzzy bodies a stark contrast to the eerie stillness of the clearing.The ground is carpeted with vibrant blooms, their colors muted in the dim light, creating a surreal and ethereal atmosphere.
Behind, the plates and pins bear witness like the trees of older groves. But you pay them no more mind than the motors' hums and grunts, eyes only for the vision in your thrall. And me, pressed flat against the mirrored wall with lens a-flutter - sure I'll leave an outlined ghost upon the fogged glass if I don't find release soon! Each calculated step brings your heat skating nearer, bare soles padding o'er rubber worn smooth by countless trials. The tile's your stage, this steam your shroud, an
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen, had no choice
We needed more oxygen.
As you walk deeper into the forest, the sunlight filters through the canopy of leaves above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is cool and crisp, filled with the scent of pine needles and damp earth. You feel a sense of peace wash over you, a feeling of belonging in this natural world. You pause for a moment, taking in your surroundings. The forest is alive with the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing. The trunks of the trees are covered in a soft layer of moss, and
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