My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets