Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
After a girl is grown, her little brothers — now her protectors — seem like big brothers. – Terri Guillemets
Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun. – Terri Guillemets