A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
A sold poem loses half its meaning. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass. – Terri Guillemets