Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

To Dance upon the Sky of Blue.

. It has been said that we rarely appreciate the gifts granted to us until one of them is taken away. Each morning that the sun rises we are graced once more to breathe life and beauty into a new day.The day I fail to dance upon the sky of blue or miss the wish the dandelion blew, then I will have died a thousands deaths and surely I will have gasped my final breath.

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