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I stared out the window as the snow grieved, covering the ground with a white shroud. You always said the snow fell quietly like grace. All I could see were the storm clouds tearing apart at the seams.
Theodore McDowell
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Such amazing artistry.
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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