antique-erotic:What secret soft words do they whisper, what little lost message from one to the othe
antique-erotic:What secret soft words do they whisper, what little lost message from one to the other as they pose here in von Gloeden’s own garden, late in the day, that time of long shadows and rapidly vanishing light. The shade has almost reached the reclining boy, his hand already obscured - was this the last shot of the day, an informal moment captured before the sun set too low? -- source link
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