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World War II Memorial, Washington DC |
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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 ...
I love this photo, Tara. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYour photo is extraordinary, Tara. No other photos that I've seen of the World War II Memorial capture the feeling that yours does. Thank you for posting this today.
ReplyDeletethank you so much. It's a practice of mine, when shooting a scene, to look for the unusual vantage point after shooting the 'standards': look up, look behind. This time it worked nicely.
DeleteUnusual and mesmerising.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is awesome
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