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      <item><title>Under the canopy</title><link>https://35photo.pro/photo_13754068/</link><guid>https://35photo.pro/photo_13754068/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.pro/samriddhipriyam/&quot;&gt;Samriddhi Priyam&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This image is about the quiet beauty of just surviving. When you look closely, these mushrooms aren\'t perfect , they are a little bruised, weathered, and growing out of the damp, heavy dark. There is something deeply human in that. We all have seasons where we feel hidden, worn down, or stuck in the shadows, just trying to find our footing.
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      <item><title>The echoes of the unseen</title><link>https://35photo.pro/photo_13749020/</link><guid>https://35photo.pro/photo_13749020/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.pro/samriddhipriyam/&quot;&gt;Samriddhi Priyam&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man-made objects are extensions of our desires, and when left in the shadows, they become monuments to our absence. In the given photograph, the bicycle is stripped of its utility and transformed into a conceptual exploration of transition, memory, and the human condition. The wheel, a universal symbol of time and the cyclical nature of life, stand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.pro/photo_13749020/&quot; title=&quot;The echoes of the unseen&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2749/13749020_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The echoes of the unseen&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #ddd;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure url="https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2749/13749020_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="100000" /><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 06:24:48 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Samriddhi Priyam</dc:creator></item></channel>
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