Spring: the music of open windows. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
Spring: the music of open windows. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter sliding down a rainbow. – Terri Guillemets