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  • Jennifer Preston Chushcoff



What is this enchantment coming in waves, inhabiting the empty spaces, blue and green memories, sky and earth everlasting?

And it all comes back in an old book with soft and tattered covers I disappear between and drift out.

It conjures a faraway bookstore and all our adventures in-between continents crossed, love made and lost.

You discovered yourself and a fluency, which haunts and hollows me.


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