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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 ...
Very cute sheep you have there!
ReplyDeleteThey were adorable -- and some of them had the run of the vineyards!
DeleteBeautiful! texture and form
ReplyDeleteThank you, M. It's an oldie but goodie (4 years old). Taken at a winery in Napa Valley. Yes, they also raise sheep.
DeleteI like the textures on that photo very much indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John, so do I! Those are very woolly sheep!
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