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Mono Lake Sunset, 2016 |
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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 so much! Beautiful in every way.
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ReplyDeleteWow. How did I miss this? I was JUST THERE. I couldn't believe the eerie beauty of the place. I wish that Carl and I had seen it at sunrise or sunset. Next time!
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