There is a painting of a woman sitting on a small house

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.woman on chair, (front view, eye level),Raw photo, solo female, american, best quality、high resolution, photorealistic, hyper detailed, beautiful woman ,houses of so many mussels and periwinkles have been abandoned here, it's hopeless to know which to salvage. Instead I keep a lookout for beach glass

오늘은 특별한 생각이 있어, 우리에게 딱 맞아.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.woman on chair, (front view, eye level),Raw photo, solo female, american, best quality、high resolution, photorealistic, hyper detailed, beautiful woman ,houses of so many mussels and periwinkles have been abandoned here, it's hopeless to know which to salvage. Instead I keep a lookout for beach glass

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