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Okay, lone voice here. (Franco, don't hate me) I feel sorry for this man. The wounded desperate loneliness. Of course this is easy for me to say - thousands of miles away from him, tucked in my own introvert's lair. Hypocritical introvert, actually, since I'm someone who moves my cart down another aisle in a market if I see someone coming and I'm just not in the MOOD to chit chat

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Jenine Bsharah Baines
Jenine Bsharah Baines

Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines

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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