Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head. – Terri Guillemets
Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period. – Terri Guillemets