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Suicide - something many of us ponder these days - to make sense of rather than commit - for reasons I won't go into here. Our inner pain echoed outward "Do not cry for me warm Antarctica." Or the earth's inner pain echoed outward to us.

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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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