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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 ...
Multi-layered beauty.
ReplyDeleteYes, I saw those layers, they caught my attention.
DeleteEven in black and white and despite the broken highway, California is still the Golden State with its luminous fenced-in fields under that moody sky. I love how black and white photography deepens our vision. Thank you for this glimpse today.
ReplyDeleteOh, you "get it." We live seconds away from rolling hills and vast fields of sunflowers, wheat, grasses. We love to get into those fields and photograph.
DeleteRoad dreams.
ReplyDeletethat's actually a great title!
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