My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets