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…o run.a few might sense collective footfall dragging sadness down a farewell road toward the sea. where surf drags up the grit from off the undertow of water. the seaweed dry enough to stab bare feet. and force the gulls to flee.i well remember where i tripped and sent my new-found bird flying. his well-loved china wings set …
Sally A Mortemore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Wow. Gorgeous work!
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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