Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead. – Terri Guillemets
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead. – Terri Guillemets
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer. – Terri Guillemets