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…t. Here. And, everywhere. And, with that, Betsy melted into Emily’s expanding heart. Home, at last. What if finding our porch lights was all part of the game? Or was it a candle in the window?
Nalini MacNab
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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