I’ll never think of February without reverence from now on. Thank you, Somsubhra

February paused, then laughed, then sighed,
Perhaps it was luck to be small yet wide — 
For in twenty-eight days, it held so much,
Love, and frost, and time’s soft touch.
February and the Stolen Days
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Somsubhra Banerjee
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Feb 9, 2025
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I’ll never think of February without reverence from now on. Thank you, Somsubhra
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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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