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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 ...
France? All The Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr. Sublime. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is from our hotel room on Mont Saint Michel -- what a magical place it is!
DeleteA beautiful photo. Love the light and color in this.
ReplyDeleteThe skies while we were there were just incredible.
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