Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy. – Terri Guillemets
If we dance amongst the rooftops, is it not that much further to jig into the starshine? – Terri Guillemets

Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy. – Terri Guillemets
If we dance amongst the rooftops, is it not that much further to jig into the starshine? – Terri Guillemets
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy. – Terri Guillemets