A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
People are like holidays. Do others see you as Christmas, or more like Tax Day? – Terri Guillemets
For those uneasy with the world, solitude is the only guarantee of confidence. – Terri Guillemets