Undergarments hold a certain fascination, don't they? Covering the remaining layer of nakedness provokes a curiosity in the beholder. What lies beneath the thin cloak?
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| Alone with the snow |
I shivered. Soft crystals floated from the sky onto my hat and shoulders. The stillness was complete. When the
Things I get to do today includes cross country skiing, the visual pleasures of the quiet, mossy forest are beyond most words.
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| A beauty in her underwear |
I've been fantasizing about the firs in their thin, slip-like dresses for nearly a month. Cold and clothed. Wooly but flimsy. Gray trunks and moss-draped branches. The lovely undergarments, draped over the tall slender bodies, floated lightly in tints of green tea. Nature plays the alluring game, and I'm hooked. Naked would not be nearly so stunning.
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| Wooly not warm |
