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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... -
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 ...
Such welcoming benches. I can almost feel the sun.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that beautiful glimpse of Northern California light in mid-December in the first photo. The wind is roaring here. Dark dark clouds are racing to the north and yet, it's not all that cold. Even when the December sun shines, it shines in a different way here, low in the sky, making long December shadows! Until I see a photo of the December light in California, I forget what that light looks like. The last time I saw that light was in December 1994 in Gualala in the first few weeks after my mother died, when I stayed with my father, before he made his decision to move to Bellingham. Sending love!
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