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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 ...
So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe hilltop village of Rousillon in Southern France.
DeleteAh so beautiful. That sunny blue sky day so far away.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. We've had skies like that for the last couple of days.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this photo. I was able to find this beautiful village on Google Maps and "walk" around. No wonder Vincent van Gogh loved Southern France. The light and colors are exquisite.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice view to see when the view outside my windy today is overcast.
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