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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... -
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 ...
Synchronicity. I just hung a star like that out on the wall of my porch. I didn't buy the star. It just came to me through the free table in the mailroom of the condominiums where I live. Love the details and light in this photo, Tara. I want that tree to be a redwood tree.
ReplyDeleteI think that it is, actually!
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