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…se of the rain and melting snow. There was no way to turn back — there was simply not enough space, and the drop from the mountainside was sheer. With no guardrails in sight.
Paroma Sen
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I have height phobia so this made me gulp
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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