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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 to see that not all artists lived in a garret, even if their lifestyle didn't reflect the vast amounts of money their work would sell for in later years.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a storybook house.
ReplyDeleteI love Monet's painting. So varied and so lovely. The house looks rather like an ordinary farmhouse. I understand he had quite an impressive garden.
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