Every desert is but an orphaned beach, abandoned long ago by ancient seas. Thirsty sands that still dream of ocean embraces.
I am much like the desert when we are apart. My thirsty heart still dreams of your embrace, as if I were trying to reunite my soul, with something missing from myself. -Rev. Bill Mcdonald 9/17/00 Web Site: www.poetbill.homestead.com |
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What fun pics! You guys should really make a visit to St. George the next time you head north. Oh and Kim, I am loving your hair.
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