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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...
France? All The Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr. Sublime. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is from our hotel room on Mont Saint Michel -- what a magical place it is!
DeleteA beautiful photo. Love the light and color in this.
ReplyDeleteThe skies while we were there were just incredible.
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