The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets