I skip to the heartbeat of my angel. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets

I skip to the heartbeat of my angel. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
A proper collection of quotations is the whole world digested. – Terri Guillemets