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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 ...
I the composition of this photo. The lines, the dark to light, the tans to blue. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteScroll down this link to see the self-portrait by Jacob Lawrence that it reminded me of:
http://centuryartdocent.blogspot.com/2015/10/jacob-lawrence-self-portrait.html
Scroll down this link to where it says "Publication." What I first thought of is just below that:
http://www.dcmooregallery.com/exhibitions/jacob-lawrence-builders
It's the colors and converging lines, I think.
DeleteWhile I am not exactly sure what is shown beyond the window view, the colors and lines are beautiful and interesting.
ReplyDeleteIt's Paris rooftops and Pompiduo Center (museum)in the far distance.
DeleteAs I child, i saw places like that in my dreams. I thought i would grow up to have such a view, but now I think it was a past life that I was remembering.
ReplyDeleteCould be a past life. I often have dreams of wandering streets of gleaming white washed Greek villages perched on the cliffs above the sea. Never been there, in this lifetime.
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