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…he scent of a flower and thereshe was, 18 again, head on my shoulder, us sitting high on a bluff watching the Mississippi flow in its eternal journey towards an ocean a thousand milessouth of our perch.
Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I grew up by the Mississippi too - St. Louis!
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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