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    Authentic share, amateur quality polaroid photo in bad resolution, The image is slightly grainy and out of focus, with visible noise, captured in a spontaneous moment, soft light, golden hour, (kind eyed beauty)

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    civit_nsfw, makeup, Anatomical deformations, incorrect proportions, missing limbs, missing fingers, fused fingers, extra fingers, blurry hands, asymmetrical faces, blurry face, misaligned eyes, distorted facial features, unrealistic textures, AI-generated artifacts, posture issues, unnatural skin, physical imbalance, grotesque details, low-quality rendering, unrealistic anatomy

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    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
    a book cover with a woman's face and a yellow sticker on it's forehead and the title of the book, Walter Kirn, book cover, a character portrait, stuckism
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    analog photo, a woman in jeans and a sweater posing for a picture, big booty, full colors hd, extra long hair, trending on pintrest, shinning stars, by The Family Circus, white cap, focus on the face, wow!!!!!!, photo taken from behind, round-cropped, lowres, wearing only pants, 1 0 0 mm, festive
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    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))
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    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.
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    thing, place, human:.03
    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.
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