The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
If you plant Twinkies in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health? – Terri Guillemets