Doing cartwheels in the green grass of happiness and skipping high towards the blue heavenly skies of joy! – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Doing cartwheels in the green grass of happiness and skipping high towards the blue heavenly skies of joy! – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy. – Terri Guillemets