Musician and Activist devoted to Justice, Creativity, and Courage

a little naiveté

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He did not come in through the bathroom window, but I saw him through the kitchen.

The wind carried him over like a green leaf falling before turning red and ripe.

I fell.  Like mad.

Then I arose, with the vapors of reality.

Author: Anita Lorraine

Woman, musician, grassroots organizer, Spanish learner, poet. I sing and work for the struggle for justice & I talk politics and religion at the dinner table.

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