I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum. – Terri Guillemets
An aging man cannot rewrite his youth but a youth may rewrite his own future. – Terri Guillemets
When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside too. – Terri Guillemets