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We have had 66 days locked-down plus 21 each of Phases One and Two, and now 30 of Phase Three: 138.
this series/'album is titled "guest of the VA". taken a few weeks ago at the VA (veterans administration). you are not supposed to shoot any pictures, especially people and i dont like to shoot people without their permission. all the faces in this series are blocked out. i cheated and shot these photos anyway. i was busted by their security & let off with a warning.
Macro Mondays theme : #Love
This miniature pendant measures 7/8"
Quote:-
"You carry the key to my heart and
absolutely no one can open it."
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World has turned a lot. Inventions and evolution have made our life so simple and easy. And the change is limitless and changing every single moment in every stage and steps of our life.
Almost everything has turned from pen pencil lock to rocket.
Olden days we used to have big pad locks and big keys. Now a day we have numeric or even digital padlocks. No worries for lost keys any more. That’s a big evolution at a stage of our daily life.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Received this iPhone as a birthday gift yesterday. Get a chance to play with it, and I am hooked. I was able to do Flickr last night on this phone! The rose picture was from my last year's photo stock.
Explore Highest position: 323 on Friday, February 15, 2008
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RPG Lockdown Photo Competition Cuckmere, East Sussex England on 27 June 2020. Photo by Andrew Waller.
Macro Mondays theme : #Keyhole
This tiny lock measures 1 1/4"
If you can't find the key to success,
pick the lock.
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Prompts: Photorealistic image of what a woman is thinking, art style --ar 16:9 --s 750 --c 20
Created with #midjourney #photoshop
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The sound of the front door unlocking breaks the quiet. For a second, I freeze — half startled, half shy — and then I hear his footsteps. Slow, familiar.
“Hey,” he calls softly, that smile already in his voice.
I turn toward him, the shirt brushing against my legs as I move. His eyes find me, and for a moment he just stands there, taking me in. There’s surprise first, then something warmer, deeper.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, his voice low, almost a whisper.
I shrug, trying not to smile too much. “It smells like you,” I admit. “I missed you.”
He steps closer, the space between us shrinking until I can feel his warmth again. His fingers brush the fabric on my shoulder, tracing the same line I did earlier. “Looks better on you,” he murmurs, and his hand lingers there, gentle but sure.
For a heartbeat, neither of us says anything. The air feels thick with all the words we don’t need — the ones we’ve already said a hundred times without speaking. Then he leans in, presses a slow kiss to my lips as he cups my chin, and I melt into him, the shirt and the moment folding us together.
His lips rest against my lips a moment longer, then he tilts his head, and our eyes meet. The quiet between us feels full — full of everything we’ve missed, everything we don’t have to say.
When he kisses me again, it’s gentle at first, familiar, like coming home. The world outside fades — it’s just the steady rhythm of his breath, the faint brush of fabric between us, and the warmth that keeps growing.
He pulls back just enough to smile, his thumb tracing a slow line along my jaw. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he says softly.
I lean into his touch, my heartbeat still quick, my voice barely above a whisper. “I think I do.”
He wraps his arms around me then, pulling me closer, and we stay like that — quiet, breathing each other in, the rest of the world forgotten. The shirt still smells like him, but now it smells like us.
His lips linger close, and when he draws me in again, the kiss deepens — slow, deliberate, full of the ache of missed moments. The warmth between us grows, and his breath grazes my skin, making it hard to tell where my heartbeat ends and his begins.
The air shifts — softer, quieter. Each touch feels like a word unspoken, each pause like a promise. He holds me as though time has stopped, his voice barely a whisper against my ear.
“I don’t ever want to let go,” he murmurs.
And for that moment, wrapped in him, in the scent of his shirt and the quiet of the room, I believe him completely.