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Two birds digging for food on the beach. Scripps Pier, California

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These two boats look like a couple that are looking in the nature, packed for a trip, maybe they packed their life here and looking what is ahead.

XE3A1372 - Basilica Collegiata dei Santi Bartolomeo e Gaetano, Bologna (Emilia-Romagna, Italia) by Enrique RG

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Santi Bartolomeo e Gaetano is a Renaissance style, Roman Catholic church in central Bologna; it is located near the Two Towers, adjacent to the Strada Maggiore.

A church at the site dedicated to St Bartholemew had existed since the 5th century; it was likely built atop an even older church and housed Benedictine monks till the 16th century. The church was designed by Giovanni Battista Falcetti with elaboration by Agostino Barelli, and owes the awkward facade due to its construction in 1517 at the site of a palace begun by Andrea da Formigine, commissioned by a member of the Gozzadini. The project, which is seen in the single-story portico along the exterior, was interrupted after the death of the patron, soon after completion of what became the side portico.

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La iglesia de Santi Bartolomeo e Gaetano, de estilo renacentista y de confesión católica romana, se encuentra en el centro de Bolonia, cerca de las Dos Torres, junto a la Strada Maggiore.

En este mismo lugar existía una iglesia dedicada a San Bartolomé desde el siglo V; probablemente se construyó sobre una iglesia aún más antigua y albergó monjes benedictinos hasta el siglo XVI. La iglesia fue diseñada por Giovanni Battista Falcetti, con detalles de Agostino Barelli, y su peculiar fachada se debe a su construcción en 1517 sobre el emplazamiento de un palacio iniciado por Andrea da Formigine, por encargo de un miembro de la familia Gozzadini. El proyecto, que se aprecia en el pórtico de una sola planta del exterior, se interrumpió tras la muerte del mecenas, poco después de finalizar lo que se convertiría en el pórtico lateral.

Two Kisses by Francesco Tolu

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Two cow hill by Andrew Murr

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two portraits by Staufen39

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London, Baker street station

Two by Phiggys

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two worlds collide by bran10

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Oregon Dunes and

Siuslaw National Forest

Oregon, USA

"There are several Oregon landscapes that look alien, so different from our typical experience, or else so similar to those depicted on other planets in the movies.

As it happens, science fiction writer Frank Herbert first imagined the alien worlds of his classic novel, "Dune", while on a tour of the Oregon Dunes, marveling at how the ever-shifting sands could "swallow whole cities, lakes, rivers, highways."

- Oregonian, Jamie Hale

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Double.... by tina negus

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Two passion flowers in my garden

Two Bridges by Artypixall

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two young ladies by Aloutka Kazawa

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The picture is a bit too dark....Look at the newest phots of this hare at lalootka's attic to see what transformation she had through.

Two Kingfishers by Maurice Biggins

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Two Tree Island by robert.french57 French Images

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Two Tree Island

Two Apples by Inside_man

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Two little sheep by Rudi Steenbruggen

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So happy together. Two lambs overlooking the landscape of the Isle of Terschelling (NL) View Awards Count

Two Girls by McNeney

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Two girls sit on a bench by a small lake, waiting for their boyfriends. The girls are 12. The boyfriends are the first they’ve really had.

Like the girls, the boys are friends. They’ve become a foursome. And today they’re all skipping school together.

It’s November. The wind off the lake is chilly, the grass around it brown and matted, clumped with goose poop and dotted here and there with bits of garbage. Fast food wrappers, empty cigarette packs, old Kleenexes, beer cans – glisten dully around the bench in the weak winter light.

One of the girls lights a cigarette, inhales extravagantly… waves a hand in front of her face to dissipate the smoke from her match. Tosses the match on the ground by the bench. Stares at the lake.

She’s the older-looking one. The more mature one. She has breasts and hips and long shiny hair.

The other girl is still awkward, skinny, flat chested, hipless. Worried that her curvy friend – who she has known since kindergarten – will one day abandon her.

They’ve been friends forever, it seems. And they were always equals. But now, time is taking them in different directions. The skinny girl doesn't like it. Not one bit. But what can she do? She is trapped... helpless. She cannot stop puberty.

“Give me a cigarette,” the skinny girl says.

The curvy girl makes a face like “What? Are you serious?” Turns to the skinny girl, blinks a few times rapidly and blows out a long blue plume into the damp air.

“But you don’t smoke,” says the curvy girl.

“Maybe I want to start,” says the skinny girl, wondering… even as she says this… what the hell she’s thinking. She’s repulsed by cigarettes. Has tried them a few times and ended up sick. Still.

She feels that smoking is a visible sign of aging; of sophistication. It’s one of the few things that sets her apart from the curvy girl – and is within her control. She cannot make her breasts grow or her hair shine or her pimples disappear (although she does her best to cover them). But, if she smokes, she figures, she will look more mature.

So she takes a cigarette. Holds it in her mouth while the curvy girl strikes a match and lights it. Even before she inhales, the skinny girl has a mouthful of awful.

The cigarette has a rank, dirty chemical taste. Like insecticide. The girl tries not to breathe through her nose as she sucks in the smallest possible amount of hot, acrid smoke.

The girls make small talk. They’ve known each other so long they’re able to communicate in something like a code. It consists of single syllables, of grunts, of gestures… any one of which can send them into fits of doubled-over, can't-breathe laughter.

There on the bench… just the two of them… it’s almost as though they’re still little girls. And the skinny one almost wishes they were… that they weren’t growing up; that their bodies weren’t changing; that they didn’t have boyfriends now.

In truth, she doesn’t like her boyfriend. Never would have chosen him; is really only seeing him because her friend and his friend are boyfriend-girlfriend.

In truth, some part of her is not-so-secretly in love with her curvy, mature-looking friend.

She’s been reading up on adolescence in the library. She has read that girl-girl crushes are common at this age; that they don’t mean anything; that, given time, her interest in boys will develop.

She wishes it would hurry up. She’s tired of pretending to like the boyfriend’s sloppy wet attempts at passion. She goes along with it only because, this way, she gets more time with her friend. And when she is alone at night, remembering their double dates, it’s not the boyfriend she thinks about.

“Where the hell are those guys?” the curvy girl asks, looking at the time on her cell phone. The boyfriends are late. The four of them were meant to meet here half an hour ago.

It’s cold by the lake. The girls huddle in their coats, hands in pockets, breath making clouds.

By the time the man approaches them, they have almost given up on the boyfriends arriving at all.

(to be continued)

Two halfs by Svyatoslav Reyentenko

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two sheep by Franz Wallner

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Two Demons1 by Nasty Fairy

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Two sunflowers by rinronmari

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Two by Karen McQuilkin