I was a pre-dawn runner for years and years - until I somehow broke an ankle in my 50s. Farewell, running days. Still miss them. - Jenine Bsharah Baines

I miss the aloneness,
the early morning hours
of me, happy within my head,
looking for myself within myself
in every stride, on every sidewalk.
Run boy, keep running my mantra.
Cold Mornings of Being Alone
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Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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May 20, 2024
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I was a pre-dawn runner for years and years - until I somehow broke an ankle in my 50s. Farewell, running days. Still miss them.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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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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