A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. – Terri Guillemets
A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. – Terri Guillemets
When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside too. – Terri Guillemets