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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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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...
So welcoming. To sit together in the sunshine.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Funny though, this was a rainy day! But I changed all that in post-production noodling around. It reminds me of Provence, or somewhere in Tuscany.
DeleteLove this. And a great old wine? apple? press, too. Reminds me of buildings I recall in Murphy's, California.
ReplyDeletewine, Annie, at Boeger Winery just outside Placerville, CA. They let a group of us photographers in during 'off hours' to roam around and take pictures. Wonderful people, and their wine is good, too!
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