Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy. – Terri Guillemets
Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy. – Terri Guillemets
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. – Terri Guillemets