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…pe. It’s not the crowning sun at Noon…pe. It’s not the crowning sun at Noon that reveals Summer’s palette, but the newborn light at Dawn, when gray turns over and reveals its colorful underbelly, giggling into greens. Everything repels what appears to be… Colors are more than reflection, since what’s absorbed infor…
Hayden Moore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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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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