Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets

Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets
Her asterisks are daft, postscripts redundant, and prose parenthetical. – Terri Guillemets