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May 2015
With my voice I scream at what I call injustice. I pound my keyboard and cast words into cyberspace. I look at images of people I do not know and places I cannot be, but I feel a connection to others I have never met. In a chorus of voices I join a protest that makes no noise. With the force of a tidal wave our anger and resolve races across blogs and webpages. In a silent riot, we demand change and push for our place to be recognized and for our voices to be heard.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   --- and Lily Mae
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