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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Poetry of the first sheltering: June to election, 2020
Only a presidential term ago, we...and the world, sheltered at home, waiting for the Covid to find us. We were isolated, but weren't we all still a part of marches for George, mourning for Ruth, wishing to give more breath to those lives extinguished, and would we resound to vote? Each morning my husband put a cup of tea in my hand and sent me out to the garden with my journal to wrestle with the Universe. This book was found there.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Poetry of the first sheltering: June to election, 2020
Only a presidential term ago, we...and the world, sheltered at home, waiting for the Covid to find us. We were isolated, but weren't we all still a part of marches for George, mourning for Ruth, wishing to give more breath to those lives extinguished, and would we resound to vote? Each morning my husband put a cup of tea in my hand and sent me out to the garden with my journal to wrestle with the Universe. This book was found there.