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.
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Monday, February 04, 2008
The music
The music heard loudest, when your head is on my heart. The song of the soul gives the melody its start, the words simply sung consist of only three, the one that says how much you mean to me. ... I love you!
The music heard loudest, when your head is on my heart. The song of the soul gives the melody its start, the words simply sung consist of only three, the one that says how much you mean to me. ... I love you!
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