Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend. – Terri Guillemets
You must weed your mind as you would weed your garden. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend. – Terri Guillemets
You must weed your mind as you would weed your garden. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life — letting oneself get too thick, the other. – Terri Guillemets