I think growing old together has a beauty of its own. Rare as it is , it is like the walk on the beach, hand in hand , gazing into the sunset.
To love is to grow old together
and love more with each beat of the heart.
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 ...
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