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Lotuses bloom in the lakes — shine, wither and waste, fortunate to have floating roots — no fear of being uprooted like the humans flourishing on land. Bullied; flushed out to places with no soil to germinate anew. Cauterized by footprints of the tremo…
Era Garg
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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