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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 love this, Tara. Wow.
ReplyDeleteGREAT shot!
ReplyDeletegoing into our book about the Sacramento Antique Fair...self publishing with my husband and a friend. We have a lot of great photos between the three of us.
DeleteWOW---a stunning image!
ReplyDeleteTara, this is indeed stunning! Love the juxtaposition of the ancient with the new, the white arrow, the triangle of white light. Well done!
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