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Impossi…at I deserved a good life and happiness. It had taken decades, and as I sat at my altar that night, I realised she’d never had that chance. She was from a different generation, one in which self-help was foreign. Ridiculous. Impossible.
Liberty Forrest
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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