Swallowed up in silence, an emptiness resides, to impinge upon the heart and then to say goodbye. The invasion of the mind takes the memories of old to manipulate the heart and leave vulnerable the soul.
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 ...
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