A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets
A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun. – Terri Guillemets
Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur. – Terri Guillemets
Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life. – Terri Guillemets