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A Poem Written Long Ago
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 ...
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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...
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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 ...
What a shot. I can feel the peace just flowing from it.
ReplyDeleteWow! Where? Reminds me of the Columbia River near Astoria in Oregon. Coincidentally, last night I dreamed I saw a sun like this. Looking at your photo, I remembered my dream.
ReplyDeletethis was taken in Eureka, Ca, looking out over Arcata Bay. What a fantastic nature show we had.
DeleteThese winter sunsets on the west coast have been outrageous! That is a truly grand one and a perfect representation!
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely. The whole composition works beautifully to create a balanced, peaceful scene.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful photo.
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