she rose naked
from the bed
the only light
a candle flickering
and there
that picture
burned forever
in my mind
she rose naked
from the bed
the only light
a candle flickering
and there
that picture
burned forever
in my mind
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Those images are gifts, even when the emotions carrying them make us sigh or weep or wince. I consider them treasures.
Treasures to keep all right.
enjoyed
your memory 🙂
Thank you.
You should start a club. It would probably have about 50% of the world population.
There already is an unofficial one and I’m a charter member.
Yeah. Well I qualified first about 50 years ago, and I have had my membership renewed regularly since then.
We must have qualified around the same time. Both charter members it seems.
PS, I’m not sure if you’ve read this one but it qualifies me for life membership.
https://wp.me/s6LpSr-silences
I just read it. You’re definitely enrolled for life.
Thank you leonarddurso
Fantastic pictures
Good luck to you