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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 ...
May your new year be blessed!
ReplyDeleteThere is deja vu for me when I look at your beautiful photo. A full sensory experience of the part of the world where I grew up.
After looking at your photo, it is startling to look out the window at the still and bleak January landscape here with its oppressive heavy cloud cover, extreme dampness with temp in the upper 30s, and subdued contrast between dark and light.