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8 months ago

Love month is nearly here, and for many, this understandably induces panic. After all, Valentine's Day gifts are a chance to show that special someone how well you know them. Do you listen when they talk? Have you considered their needs? Are you attuned to their taste for little treats? Combatting the stress of gift-giving starts by first releasing the notion that there is such a thing as the "perfect" present. At their best, Valentine's Day gifts leave the recipient feeling cared for. They don't have to be exorbitant grand gestures or life-changing experiences. The key to a winning token of appreciation is a sense of intention — not a last-minute anxiety-driven purchase. Unlike a box of chocolates, you should know what you're going to get., Fashion photography, surrealistic, hyper-realistic, photorealism, high resolution, shot using a Canon EOS R5 F2 ISO300

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy..

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy..

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy..

5 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy..