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…ive tendrils of leaves sweeping low as if to catch each wild strand of wind beneath massive boughs, the scent of spring combing her willowed tresses, shushing all with the promise of perhaps an evening rain trailing the breeze.
BJ Dawson
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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This is so lovely, Barry!
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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