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…Such a place has no center, no nexus point where everything began, even if there’s a beating Heart. Unlike a seed, the city sprouts from dead stone, rises through geometry, rather than taking whimsical shape through sunlight and wind. Up becomes a verb, since ‘sprawling’ is an action best left to ivy and suburbs. Falcons perch on skyscrapers, as surely as treetops, while people pass like leaves hurried by the wind. Central Park dreams of the countryside…
But the countryside never dreams of the city —

Sylvan Confessions: Entanglement & Steampunk Fantasies
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
Jenine Bsharah Baines

Written by 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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