Thursday, February 12, 2009


"The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which once realised makes all movements full of meaning and joy."

Rabindranath Tagore

(Fancier way of saying, "No accidents.")
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3 comments:

Lori said...

I like your way better. Much easier. :)

12:51 PM
Amber said...

Love it.

This might make a good tat...

;)

3:15 PM
Wanda said...

Love.

10:59 AM

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