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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 ...
Soaring and beautiful. It reminds me of one of Michael Ondaatje's books that chronicled the lives of bridge builders at the turn of the twentieth century.
ReplyDeleteI was there again last night getting cool shots of all lit up!
DeleteCool image, Tara.
ReplyDeleteI love that crazy bridge.
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