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…myself will either become my prison or my shelter. Home can be a storm or a shelter from a storm.Home is not a fountain from which I drink.Home is a fountain that flows within me.
Mia Verita
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh, this is lovely too!
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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