When my beach plans were rained out this weekend, I resorted to a hot bath and a good book and, quite frankly, if I had my way, I'd be in there still.
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Maybe not that particular book. |
There's something about baths that is innocent, despite the sensuality (and, you know, nekkidness).
It's luxurious but universal. Babies and seniors and even queens do it.
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I think this might be my very favorite picture in the whole world |
Of all the little luxuries, it would be the last to go for me.
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