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Saving Janavi

  ❀SAVING  JANAVI❀  ❥ Please help us find 350 people able to give $100, so that we can reach our goal ❥ I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years. She has been diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, Cachexia (wasting), and Abdominal Adhesions which we…

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Book Giveaway

❣️BOOK GIVE AWAY!!!❣️ ❣️Dear Friends, We are giving away a hardcover copy of Janavi’s beautiful book of poetry and photography to draw attention to the fundraiser. She is seriously ill and needs your help. To enter please give a donation of any amount or if you are unable, please share this post with as many…

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Saving Janavi

https://www.gofundme.com/saving-janavi I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years.  Her condition has been diagnosed as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions.  When she came to live with me two years ago she weighed 97 pounds.  We improved her diet and her weight peaked…

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Broken

Broken Too fragile for animation, sentience, breathing. Inside walls of bones everything shatters, infinitely. A discovery of old roots traps my present tense heart which weighs a burden of foul words. It has known too much- it breaks at night and smiles brashly to the daylight not showing its broken curves. And that scale, sinking…

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Review by Anita Neilson

Letters to My Oldest Friend by Janavi Held (Goodreads Author) Anita Neilson‘s review Nov 04, 2017 This is simply glorious. The words flow gently across the page in a waterfall of despair and hope, grief and faith, pain and joy. Together with beautifully crafted photographs of the natural world, it is a wonderful, precious undertaking.…

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I wish I had Wings

I wish I had wings I’d leave this prison of gravity behind and go up and up grazing the tops of dazzling green trees swaying in the wind I’d soar through the mists of bright clouds breathing in freedom and moist particles of fog and rain I’d turn my face to the sun warm warming…

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