Dreams digest the meals that are our days. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets

Dreams digest the meals that are our days. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Be a love pharmacist: dispense hugs like medicine — they are! – Terri Guillemets