Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze. – Terri Guillemets
Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun. – Terri Guillemets
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period. – Terri Guillemets