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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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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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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...
I love this, Tara. Wow.
ReplyDeleteGREAT shot!
ReplyDeletegoing into our book about the Sacramento Antique Fair...self publishing with my husband and a friend. We have a lot of great photos between the three of us.
DeleteWOW---a stunning image!
ReplyDeleteTara, this is indeed stunning! Love the juxtaposition of the ancient with the new, the white arrow, the triangle of white light. Well done!
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