Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Dancing Free
It was a dark place, until our hearts crossed the seas to meet in the clouds. No written words could express life as it starts anew. Your dreams, my dreams dancing free....
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