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in between apricot hibiscus and blue hydrangea, torn crimson hybrid tea rose petals and plunging, descending raindrops, soft as nature’s kisses, in fields of strawberries, lavender and juniperprodding me to enjoy each solitary moment before it has passed, to hang on to each precious morsel…
Connie Song
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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You're describing my vision of Heaven, Connie!
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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