A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
The sun shines different ways in winter and summer. We shine different ways in the seasons of our lives. – Terri Guillemets
A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
The sun shines different ways in winter and summer. We shine different ways in the seasons of our lives. – Terri Guillemets
Dreams are free therapy, but you can only get appointments at night. – Terri Guillemets