Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body? – Terri Guillemets