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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 ...
This is beautiful, Tara.
ReplyDeletea church on the island of Regla, Cuba, just off the coast from Havana.
DeleteYes. Beautiful. I wonder who that angel is. An archangel? Carrying a heart? A bird? Bread? In which church?
ReplyDeleteWhile still curious and googling "angels" and "Regla," I found this included in
ReplyDeletethe images of angels:
http://www.artandarchitecture-sf.com/john-lennon-in-cuba.html