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Sailing a generous gift of love/life in gratitude as poet, writer, visual artist and artisan. 
I specialize in not specializing and these days I'm learning French, Mandarin(普通话) and other things. 
 
Born & bred in Ghana, I now reside in Queens, NY.  
Jane Through the Seasons started as a space to record events following college 
and is at present a lifestyle blog on presence. 
But as a transforming space, it's bound to take new forms.

Unless credited to another, all images are mine. 
Feel free to use and kindly credit this blog.
Thank you.

Schedule:
Every other Friday 

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Jane Akweley Odartey 
Contact: janethroughtheseasons@gmail.com

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