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Tara Crowley 2018 |
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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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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...
Nice composition, though, because of the way that birds' eyes work, he's not looking off to the side - he's lookin' straight atcha!
ReplyDeletehe didn't want me to photograph him and was staring me down!
DeleteAh, the peaceful coast. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt really was a wonderful trip. And to think, I used to live there and walk that shore frequently.
DeleteAlthough it's been too long since I was at the ocean, this photo brings me there in a multi-sensory way. Thank you!
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