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unexpectedly clear skies visiting my 91-year old mother

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The usual storm, stalled from arrival to departure — gut predicted.

Heavy cloud layers of resentment, thick as butter on toast. Recriminations raining, hail-barbs the size of boulders shattering iced glass blockades erected about my heart. Jagged daggers of sheer…




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Jenine Bsharah Baines

Jenine Bsharah Baines

Retired publicist with a passion. “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.” Gustave Flaubert.

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