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Living creates its ripples, its whirlpools, its eddies, and its grand currents of change. When the river becomes a blur we can still admire the colors, she mused to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing ‘splained.
Nalini MacNab
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I love this, Nalini
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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