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This made me think of a time I lived in Dallas and couldn't make a friend to save my life. I, like the tree, was so sad. THEN, one day, while gardening in the community garden, I met a new tenant - my lifelong friend of my soul, Camille.

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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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