Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
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When you’re really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights — and flowers will bloom on a barren land. – Terri Guillemets
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The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy. – Terri Guillemets
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