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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 ...
Such an interesting dark moody photo. I love that sky.
ReplyDeleteIt rained most of the 3 weeks we were in France. Staying with our friends in the Alsace region was a real delight -- a part of France that was new to me, and hosts that were as welcoming as can be. I also have moody sky photos of Mont St Michele and Paris!
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ReplyDeleteSuch an unusual picture. Heavy clouds make for great pictures, if not great holidays!
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's just me and my mood, but it looks like there are raindrops or teardrops on your extraordinary photo. Something about it makes me think of the filmmaker, Pasolini.
ReplyDeleteyes, raindrops. tears from heaven.
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