A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. – Terri Guillemets
A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence. – Terri Guillemets
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. – Terri Guillemets
Her asterisks are daft, postscripts redundant, and prose parenthetical. – Terri Guillemets