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
The perfect temperature for tea is two degrees hotter than just right. – 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
The perfect temperature for tea is two degrees hotter than just right. – Terri Guillemets
Like fruit, children are sweetest just before they turn bad. – Terri Guillemets