āļø āAs I wait to be sure the coast is clear, I soak up the loveliness of Lenore Dove. She spins around, head back, arms lifted to the sky. It must have been hell for her being locked up. She canāt stand for anything to be confined. Especially wild things, which, of course, she is.ā
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