Oh does my gardener's soul resonate to this as I look at the crispy trees outside my window.

…t heat, just as crickets scratch along Midnight’s back. Snails spiral back into dreams of rain... A hundred ‘nice’ days are Hell for things that grow, since successive cloudless skies empty what’s below, not unlike city lights obliterate stars. N…t heat, just as crickets scratch along Midnight’s back. Snails spiral back into dreams of rain... A hundred ‘nice’ days are Hell for things that grow, since successive cloudless skies empty what’s below, not unlike city lights obliterate stars. Neuro…
After Ink Runs Dry: In Search of Storms
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh does my gardener's soul resonate to this as I look at the crispy trees outside my window. Drought is Hell - whether we're writers or willows.
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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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