When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well. – Terri Guillemets
When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
Did you really run into a monster on your path, or just a mirror? – Terri Guillemets