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Your cloths are already dry but I just let them flap so at least something is happening in this deserted place You just sit there watching taking a dip every now and then Afterwards you carefully dab the short hairs on your skull I liked you better in the bar although you were bragging about your house and the beach all to yourself You showed your brown chest I wanted to lie on it and work on my tan a little so nice by the sea No, you are not social the day is still long and there is nothing here to cook a good meal
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Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
Beach House
Your cloths are already dry but I just let them flap so at least something is happening in this deserted place You just sit there watching taking a dip every now and then Afterwards you carefully dab the short hairs on your skull I liked you better in the bar although you were bragging about your house and the beach all to yourself You showed your brown chest I wanted to lie on it and work on my tan a little so nice by the sea No, you are not social the day is still long and there is nothing here to cook a good meal
"Sea Watchers" (1952, Edward Hopper) Collection "NightWatch"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
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