For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets

For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal. – Terri Guillemets
An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
I was so in the present moment, the past was no longer part of me. – Terri Guillemets
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. – Terri Guillemets