It’s snowing in earnest, there’s a storm settling in, and I’ve got itches I can’t scratch and aching places that need the balm of words and I don’t want to do the vacuuming so I’m just here, writhing, restless, ill-equipped for such a long winter.
Erotica | Ephemera | Et cetera | Ecriture
very nice
beautiful capture, very sensual x
lovely shot. And I empathize with your emotional state too…
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