Discovering a Poet
How I’m escaping my own sh*thole country
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5 min readDec 14, 2020
I have a friend I only see on occasion. She is a younger woman with a 10-year-old child. I’m a grandmother of two. You wouldn’t think we’d have a lot in common. But we resonate whenever we find ourselves together, which is usually once a year at a community camp in the Mendocino Woodlands.