Stories behind the lens

The water was still that afternoon, the light warm and gentle. She rested on the log, her posture open and at ease. There was no rush, no pressure to prove a...
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The water was still. The sun hung low enough to soften the light, but high enough to fill everything with warmth. No breeze, no movement in the air. Just the...
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