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…or paints and make something for her. Invariably, she’d stare at it, frowning in disgust, and bark, “What am I supposed to do with this?” Promptly, she’d crumple it up and chuck it in the garbage. After a while, art seemed pointless. I p…
Liberty Forrest
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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