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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Whispers in song, dances in the heavens
I didn't think it possible to miss you so... I miss you so!
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I have learned many things, one is love doesn't hurt,
but it sure feels awfully when distance places a wedge.
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