This is exquisite, Esther. Simply exquisite.

It matters not how much time passes or what takes place in the interim. I’m always returning. Everywhere I turn, I remember. The music, the trees, the hummingbird with her song. The fireworks explosion across the night sky. Snowflakes floating weightlessly outside my window. A beautiful sliver of sadness lingers on forever at the heart of everything. Somewhere in that forgotten time zone, there is me.
Why Is It So Hard To Remember How To Forget?
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Esther George
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Jul 12, 2023
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This is exquisite, Esther. Simply exquisite.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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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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