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Oct 2015
Jazz belts out of a smoky club, as people dance outside on the street. Neon lights flash and displace the stars. The air is filled with the smell of Creole cooking as the atmosphere is alive with electricity. Old buildings adorn the streets, as ancient Oak trees adorned with Spanish moss stand as witness to all that goes on. The party goes on through the night and people revel in mirth and history of an old city that is filled with history and southern life. A flavor of many cultures that make New Orleans a wondrous place indeed.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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     Elisa Maria Argiro
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