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Oct 2015
A large stone sits in front of my brain. I can't move it, no matter what I try. A Granite bolder blocks out the words. I only feel a pounding pain, nothing else can be heard. I chip away at the corners of the stone, trying to squeeze out a few lines, but nothing will come. Some may think it is funny, but surely I do not. It always frustrates me when I get this writers block.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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