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Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Uvi Poznansky: A rosy sunset light played upon her neck, her ears...
Uvi Poznansky: A rosy sunset light played upon her neck, her ears...
: There she was, bathing. How vividly I recall her outline, the way it took shape out of the mist that was whirling, twisting, rising, wh...
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