Nora Skowhegan Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, I be wonderin’—how she keep goin’? Ain’t she tired? Runnin’ ‘round, breakin’ hearts, actin’ like she the queen of the junkyard. Maybe she lonely, y’know? Like WALL-E ‘fore he met EVE. I ain’t sayin’ I feel sorry for her—naw, she too messy for that! But it do make me think. Hmph! Anyway, that’s Whore for ya—loud, proud, and a whole lotta trouble! “Halleluyer!” I’m done talkin’ ‘bout this foolishness!

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Nyeema Morgan; A whore, a nun and a housewife walk into a barn. A whore, a nun Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture, Skowhegan, ME MFA.

And then there's the Skowhegan River Flow. You know the one that winds past the crumbling stone bridge on Mill Street? Yeah. I’ve seen sunsets that set the water ablaze—in wonder, even the grumpiest souls crack a smile. Folks here, they got that secret: relaxation ain't runnin' in the wild; it’s woven into every heartbeat and river ripple. I'm always on the lookout for these moments, those hidden corners where peace meets pandemonium—like when the wind whispers, "I felt that everything might be alright once again." Ridiculous? Nah, it's truth.

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