Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
Her asterisks are daft, postscripts redundant, and prose parenthetical. – Terri Guillemets