The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
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The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
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The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
#ƒred-ƒorge ©
The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
#ƒred-ƒorge ©
The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
#ƒred-ƒorge ©
The concept remains unchanged, but the medium evolves : One single subject, declined through multiple styles, lights, techniques, or perspectives.
#ƒred-ƒorge ©
I just now noticed your additional mention regarding @fred-forge.bsky.social master piece ▪︎LiteraryDeclension▪︎ 1/2
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I just now noticed your additional mention regarding @fred-forge.bsky.social master piece ▪︎LiteraryDeclension▪︎ 1/2
and taking a bow to your beautifully written acessment and perfect description. Beautiful Jules...Yes.Yes.Yes.
“When people are in love, they say they have butterflies in their stomach. Whenever passion consumes me, i feel dragons in my chest„
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Captured by French photographer Olivier Valsecchi | 'Dust' 12
“When people are in love, they say they have butterflies in their stomach. Whenever passion consumes me, i feel dragons in my chest„
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Captured by French photographer Olivier Valsecchi | 'Dust' 12
“She would murmur to me of her scars, her marks, & the tempestuous nature of her heart. Yet my soul was entirely hers ! I sought not the radiant, sensual beauty of her features ; rather, my deepest love was claimed by those very shadows she deemed blemishes of a forgotten time„
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“She would murmur to me of her scars, her marks, & the tempestuous nature of her heart. Yet my soul was entirely hers ! I sought not the radiant, sensual beauty of her features ; rather, my deepest love was claimed by those very shadows she deemed blemishes of a forgotten time„
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Sun and moon collide
Skin of light on skin of gold
Two breaths become one
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Photo by me
Sun and moon collide
Skin of light on skin of gold
Two breaths become one
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Photo by me
“They were meant to chase, not touch. Yet, a silent rebellion bloomed. The Sun, weary of his burning solitude, and the Moon, longing for warmth, tangled in the twilight – a secret, sacred collision of fire and velvet„
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Art : Betul Turksoy
“They were meant to chase, not touch. Yet, a silent rebellion bloomed. The Sun, weary of his burning solitude, and the Moon, longing for warmth, tangled in the twilight – a secret, sacred collision of fire and velvet„
#ƒred-ƒorge ©
Art : Betul Turksoy