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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 to see that not all artists lived in a garret, even if their lifestyle didn't reflect the vast amounts of money their work would sell for in later years.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a storybook house.
ReplyDeleteI love Monet's painting. So varied and so lovely. The house looks rather like an ordinary farmhouse. I understand he had quite an impressive garden.
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