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| Light rail crossing by Tara Crowley |
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch... -
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
I like all the lines in this photo, Tara. The serenity of sky and the criss-cross of human made stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks, R. Those elements appeal to me as well.
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