When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend. – Terri Guillemets
When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend. – Terri Guillemets
If you plant Twinkies in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health? – Terri Guillemets
A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting. – Terri Guillemets