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    DOCUMENTARY PHOTOGRAPH OF WOMAN, 18 YEARS OLD
    polaroid of a sexy female woman, woman has a goth phenotype , sailor outfit, vintage, expensive, high society, <lora:Polaroid_XL:1> <lora:jkSmallBreastsLite-v01:.81>
    thing, place, human:.03
    polaroid of a ballerina , vintage, expensive, high society, woman: (Norah Jones: .77), <lora:Polaroid_XL:1> <lora:jkSmallBreastsLite-v01:.61>
    in the style of Gregory Crewdson
    modern DOCUMENTARY color PHOTOGRAPH OF WOMAN, 19 YEARS OLD
    (medium close-up) arafed woman in the style of Gregory Crewdson
    thing, place person:.03
    a woman in high waisted emerald green jeans, white tank top, leaning against a wall, a picture, tumblr, tachisme, thighs thighs thighs thighs, extremely long thick blond hair, very beautiful. big muscles, beautiful girlfriend, glass ball at the waist, arched back, real image
    a post on reddit.com/r/grool
    Rikki kneeling in a shaft of dusty sunlight that slanted into the loft through a grid of steel and glass: her faded camouflage fatigues, her translucent rose sandals, the good line of her bare back as she rummaged through a nylon gear bag. She looks up, and a half-blond curl falls to tickle her nose. Smiling, buttoning an old shirt of Bobby's, frayed khaki cotton drawn across her breasts. She smiles. ((clothed))
    Style:Editorial Photography Subject: 1 Woman
    a black and white photo of a man sitting on a boat, mariel hemmingway, an idealistic man, art for the film in color, in a war - torn desert village, he's on an old sailing boat, inspired by Primrose Pitman, mid-20s, with mustache, jfk, author, animated still, in a tropical and dystopic city
    a woman in high waisted jeans leaning against a wall, a picture, tumblr, tachisme, thighs thighs thighs thighs, extremely long thick blond hair, very beautiful. big muscles, beautiful girlfriend, glass ball at the waist, arched back, real image
    (portrait from waist up), inside an old victorian home, wearing a colorful floral print dress, a beautiful 28yo EPH4l3yLu3R1ch4rds0n, with ginger hair in a bun, pale skin, pink fleckes, green eyes, detailed skin, slight smile, innocent, insecure, nervous, natural lighting, summer, sun rays, ethereal golden hour, film grain, (bokeh:1.3), Porta 160 color, shot on ARRI ALEXA 65, sharp focus on subject, Fujifilm XT-3, <lora:picxer_real:1>
    there is a woman with long black hair posing for a picture, natali portman, r&b, gif, profile shot, promo still, selenar, bliss, lily allen, inspired by Jerry Schatzberg, soulful eyes, 2 0 1 1, vsx, isabela moner, caramel, sheryl sandberg, cerulean, 480p
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    In the golden light of late afternoon, she danced upon the wild-flowered hillside, each step as light as the whispering breeze that tangled in her hair. Her dress, a vibrant paisley tapestry of reds, blues, and golds, billowed around her like a painter’s dream brought to life. The fabric, kissed by the sun, shimmered with every twirl, mirroring the riot of colors in the meadow. She moved with the effortless grace of nature itself, a living embodiment of the wildflowers that swayed and nodded in silent applause. Her laughter, pure and unrestrained, harmonized with the melody of birdsong and the rustling leaves, a symphony of joy that filled the air. As she lay down among the blossoms, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her serene beauty. Her eyes, reflecting the azure sky above, sparkled with the unbounded wonder of youth. The petals, delicate and soft, cradled her like a queen on her verdant throne. In that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the hillside became a timeless sanctuary of peace and freedom. She was a wildflower herself, unfettered and resplendent, a testament to the unyielding beauty and spirit of the natural world. The hillside, dressed in its floral finery, seemed to exist solely for her, a canvas for her carefree soul to paint upon.
    there is a woman with long black hair posing for a picture, natali portman, r&b, gif, profile shot, promo still, selenar, bliss, lily allen, inspired by Jerry Schatzberg, soulful eyes, 2 0 1 1, vsx, isabela moner, caramel, sheryl sandberg, cerulean, 480p
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