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Daily Archives: February 7, 2020
Feb 7 – a very young poet — “When you listen, you reach . . . “
Friday, February 7, 2020 “It can be your brain, your fingers, your toes, You can listen anywhere” Poems appear sometimes like this — a friend sends me a poem; it sits on the edge of awareness for 2 or 3 … Continue reading
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