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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Beyond the mountains of ice and the hollows hold, a world awaits with summer times gold. ~ A window new so I could see past the winter days of gray, to places I have never been, to sing and dance and play. ~
1 comment:
water fall... such an inspiration!!
:)
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