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…selves before my fire? or — at least the homeless who shiver still in doorways hungry and abused?Maybe clouds are heaven sent sometimes to widen our horizons and wonder at other people’s circumstance viewing life from outside of our very personal perspectives to reframe thoughts into something otherfar more conducive than being shall i say — somewhat self-engaged?
Sally A Mortemore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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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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