Grammar stops at love, and at art. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes clean feels empty. A bit of clutter and dirt gladdens the heart and affirms a life in progress. – Terri Guillemets

Grammar stops at love, and at art. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes clean feels empty. A bit of clutter and dirt gladdens the heart and affirms a life in progress. – 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
Most of us have become deaf to our own bodies, which is why we are out of tune. – Terri Guillemets