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The dust settles,a fragile ceasefire in the kitchen light,the air gritty with unsaid apologies,yesterday’s words like shrapnellodged beneath a skin of silence.We pick at them, carefully,as if the wounds might close themselvesif left untouched.
Sam Aureli
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Amazing writing, Sam!!! So evocative
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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