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…and in the center of the place, right where you’d expect maybe a coffee table to go, there was an ever-growing mountain of mail—it grew taller each day, so tall that one day it might break through the ceiling and touch the sky!there was a flimsy metal table in the “kitchen”, and no two chairs matched… the two bedrooms cont…
Franco Amati
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Sounds like my Need To File Pile!!!!!
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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