It's at times like this that I wish I had a wide windowsill.
At one time I tried to sell Murmansk, a product that has unique characteristics. And it was apparently not the most difficult task.
On my lips the first lines of Anton Lavrentiev's poem: I love this life to recolor.... The moment when the phone itself chose one of a series of photos with a view of the sky and the sun and offered its own variant of beautiful processing. And yes, the AI is pretty good at guessing my taste. I had to refine it a bit and here....
I would like to have to choose, add and change only when interacting with a photo - not in life. I want to be free and myself, to see the same real people around me!
And the words of the line: take your palms away from your face.... beauty from everywhere will be seen then. I see beauty, and if anyone thinks I'm deluded, that's my delusion that only I chose. I am at ease with it now and we have found common ground. It will not be anyone's fault! Have a good day!
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