Self portrait. Mayfair Plaza Car Park, Sandy Bay. September 2012.
Theme Thursday?
TEMPTATION?
Don't TEMPT me!
Self portrait. Mayfair Plaza Car Park, Sandy Bay. September 2012.
Theme Thursday?
TEMPTATION?
Don't TEMPT me!
Self portrait. Mayfair Plaza Car Park, Sandy Bay. September 2012.
Theme Thursday?
TEMPTATION?
Don't TEMPT me!
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You are also temptingly tall in the picture.
I wish I could say that flattery of others could never harm us but I think it is obvious it does.
Temptation, is such a hard thing to resist. So don't tempt me!!
God bless.
Interesting & intriguing quote. The silhouette is pretty tall too. Thanks for sharing.
This Plunderous World
Brian, I get a lot of these.
Joanne, flattery is far more dangerous than criticism. It makes people lazy.
Andy, hello!