Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. – Terri Guillemets
Every day is a new opportunity to be grateful, and enjoy the world, and improve it — in our own little ways. – Terri Guillemets
Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. – Terri Guillemets
Every day is a new opportunity to be grateful, and enjoy the world, and improve it — in our own little ways. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets