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      <item><title>Side by side</title><link>https://35photo.ru/photo_13621709/</link><guid>https://35photo.ru/photo_13621709/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/rozanamajid/&quot;&gt;Rozana Majid&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One reaches for the light, phone raised against the geometry on the wall. The other stands close, not in the frame, but in the moment. No words needed. Some friendships exist in the space between looking and being seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/photo_13621709/&quot; title=&quot;Side by side&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2724/13621709_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Side by side&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/2724/13621709_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="100000" /><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 12:41:21 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Rozana Majid</dc:creator></item>
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