You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
Summer breeze, light fluffy clouds… Mother Nature has a canvas for every season. – Terri Guillemets