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Lorrie Agapi / 382 items

N 15 B 90 C 2 E Oct 12, 2024 F Oct 12, 2024
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A cute little photographer took center stage in the middle of the forest. There it was a squirrel,
and not just any squirrel, mind you. You know who I’m talking about, right? The little nut thief!
What are you up to this time, you sneaky rascal?

Proudly perched on a wooden post beside a hanging bridge, a camera sat on a tripod,
ready to capture the beauty of nature... or maybe, just maybe, it was gathering some incriminating evidence?
Our furry friend acted like a seasoned photographer, trying not to draw too much attention to itself.

With tiny paws gripping the camera and a serious look in its eyes,
the squirrel bent down and squinted through the viewfinder, determined to snap the perfect shot.
“Hmm... maybe a little to the left?” you could almost hear it thinking.
Click! The first piece of evidence was captured. You see over there?,
old bear Betsy had just scared off a few hunters and was now taking a break by the campfire,
enjoying a piece of honey cake. In her gruff voice, she hollered to the deer,
"Hey, boys, all clear! You can keep grazing; I’m in charge now."

Don't believe my story? Well, hop on over and see for yourself how relieved the deer are as they prance around.
Yep, that’s exactly how it happened. I’ve got it all captured,
proof and all! Who else would take pictures of such nonsense and spin a tale like this?
Only me the inconspicuous photographer.


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N 206 B 6.8K C 19 E Oct 10, 2024 F Oct 10, 2024
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The whisper of the wind moves gently through the trees, a soft touch of magic that wraps around the soul. In every moment of doubt, remember the light you seek already burns within you.

It is the power of hope that guides you, even in the darkest hours, as your flame shines bright. The dream, born in the stillness of night, is a tender promise that quietly lives in the hearts of those who dare to seek, waiting to bloom with every step of faith.


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N 70 B 402 C 7 E Oct 10, 2024 F Oct 10, 2024
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No words were spoken, none were needed. In the soft, delicate brush of their fingers,
everything their hearts yearned to express was already understood.
"You gete me," her thoughts whispered in the silence.

His touch, steady and warm, was a quiet promise, not of elaborate explanations,
but of a bond so deep that words would only diminish it.
There was no need for grand declarations or confessions of love.
Their souls had already found each other, entwined like the threads of a timeless tapestry.
Together, they had reached the end of the rainbow, a place unseen by others,
where the world faded away, leaving only the truth of what they shared something only they could truly understand.

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