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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 ...
Wow! Your black and white photos! Splendid!
ReplyDeleteI love this photo.
ReplyDeleteas you can see, I was holding up the tree.
DeleteVery nice. I really like this one.
ReplyDeleteThanks, am, robin and NCM. My Fujifilm camera does an excellent job with b/w work. And I've become more proficient with Lightroom editing to adjust image just the way I want it. I love this picture, too, Steve looking all local in front of this famous bookstore.
ReplyDeletelooking all local, working for the Paris Horticultural Society.
DeleteLove this photo ...
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Oh, you lucky duck. Are you there?
ReplyDeleteWe were there in April. What a find! I had wanted to go there, but we found it on one of our walks! The Holy Grail!
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