Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 17, 2008

...and what you mean to me.

Where the stream meets the river and the river meets the sea, where my heart met with yours and my soul caught the breeze. Here snuggled in the mountains, high above the trees, is all the secrets of my love and what you mean to me.

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