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The whisper of the nocturne as stars fall from the sky and the scent of eucalyptus will stay with me till I die.
David Rudder
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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What a lovely ending to an exquisite poem, David
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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