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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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cherry valley forever
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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macklin celebrini has autism
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
Show & Tell
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Noah Kahan
todays bird

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Kiana Khansmith
noise dept.
taylor price
almost home
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Chateau de Dirac
Sunlit swan, Lake Brienz, Switzerland.
Margaret Merry
"The Morning Ride", 1907, Oil on canvas, 66 x 83 cm - Erik Henningsen, Danish ( 1855 - 1930)
David Hockney
Hanno detto che le cose belle non durano, ma tu continua a stare seduta accanto a me con quegli occhi pieni di luce..
e io per un attimo voglio credere che questo momento possa durare per sempre e che, da qualche parte del cielo..
qualcuno abbia deciso di aprire le porte
dell’eternità...
(Fabrizio Caramagna) /© Somelight Magazine
Elena Wuest. 'Still Water Ritual.'
Bathers at Asnières
Georges Seurat
Mike Hall
"De flores y de pájaros"
De flores y de pájaros que habitan en mi mente,
resurgen de imprevisto al ritmo de canción
recuerdos del pasado, amores de otra gente,
de besos y de labios, de abrazos y calor.
Cobija de mil pieles, humedad de caricias,
fragancia que fue armada, forjada en la pasión,
la fuerza de tu vientre, tus cálidas primicias,
cabalgando profundo, en mi suave interior.
Del íntimo silencio, susurro persistente,
brotaron frescas flores, jardín de mi existir;
también vuelan las aves, colono permanente,
latiendo en los recuerdos que no quieren morir.
.loy