Sunday, November 5, 2017

Autumn Fields


"Into the fields of Autumn we wander, where naked we can frolic and play, and remain unseen by the rest of the world, all throughout the day."

I have never been able to locate the author or creator of that poem. But those words have stayed with me now for years since I finished college. 

Be yourself: gay, nude and proud!

Rashad

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