Guest guest Posted October 20, 2005 Report Share Posted October 20, 2005 I carry not the wind, the wind holds me, enfolds me twirls me in his arms, her arms, we dance in this grace of movement, we are sublime and wretched souls washed out to seas of freedom and thus we drown in our longing. Love personifies us and grants simple pleasures to the living and dying amoung us who ask what Is Is. A Daily Magnificat Love, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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