I like my coffee black and my mornings bright. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
I like my coffee black and my mornings bright. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question. – Terri Guillemets