A man and his art are like a fool and his king. – 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
A man and his art are like a fool and his king. – 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
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy! – Terri Guillemets
The universe will do the writing for you, if you just listen close enough. – Terri Guillemets