An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
There ought to be a way to combine “autumn” and “morning” into one word, the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity. – Terri Guillemets
If God asks that you bend, bend and do not complain. He is making you more flexible, and for this be thankful. – Terri Guillemets