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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 ...
The rocks have a wonderful cold shimmer to them. True grandeur.
ReplyDeleteoh John, the photos are just there for the taking. beauty everywhere. thank you for your kind words.
DeleteThis is beautiful, Tara. Quintessential Yosemite, breathtaking and gorgeous.
ReplyDeletephotographed a gazillion times, and yet still calls to us.
DeleteFantastic. Breath-taking beauty no matter how often you see it.
ReplyDeletegreat seeing and composition darling.
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