Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world! – Terri Guillemets