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
Monday, January 04, 2010
... as winter speaks, the soul listens.
I could not feel the sun's warmth and the glory of its rays, but as the light shone upon the hills, I saw an amazing gift, as if a curtain of darkness had fallen and the beauty of life and the love it brings was revealed.
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