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Jul 2017
Primal fear grips the soul of any who dare to leave the safety of their familiar surroundings. Fog rises from the marsh and the ground as the night takes hold. The darkness fills in the gaps and lets the imagination run wild. Terror fills our subconscious mind as we conceive that the most terrible evil awaits us in what we cannot see or understand. So we cringe in a corner or in a cave or perhaps under the covers hoping that the evil not see us. When it truth, we ourselves are the most dangerous thing that lays in the darkness.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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