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, December 29, 2007
I wanna hold your hand.
I am but a traveler on a long and winding path...... thanks you for holding my hand.
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