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Tara Crowley 2018 |
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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 ...
Nice composition, though, because of the way that birds' eyes work, he's not looking off to the side - he's lookin' straight atcha!
ReplyDeletehe didn't want me to photograph him and was staring me down!
DeleteAh, the peaceful coast. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt really was a wonderful trip. And to think, I used to live there and walk that shore frequently.
DeleteAlthough it's been too long since I was at the ocean, this photo brings me there in a multi-sensory way. Thank you!
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