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 ...
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I looked to the wind to whisper in song, the power to remove all that is wrong.
Strength and courage with wisdom speak, the masque of silence makes us weak.
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