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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 ...
Ah, so beautiful. Love the balance between the sky and the pasture.
ReplyDeletewhen it wasn't storming, we had beautiful skies!
DeleteSo peaceful and serene. Makes it hard to imagine the carnage on its beaches those many years ago.
ReplyDeleteI know. I get the same feeling when I'm wandering small towns or Paris: hard to imagine Nazi soldiers marching through the streets and shooting civilians -- which they did pretty indiscriminately. It the countryside, such as this, they shot civilians walking out of Paris to escape the siege. Flew over them and mowed them down. Now, it's a beautiful agricultural land again filled with small farms and villages.
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