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Dec 2015
Wheels and gears turn  beneath a jeweled face. Springs run tight to precision. Clicks and whirring can be heard. As a man looks through a glass into the workings of the watch he is holding in his hand. The craftsman fashions a masterpiece that will outlast the owner. With a steady hand and keen eye perfected over years of toil and love, the artisan crafts a work of art to adorn a chain of gold or to wear on a wrist. In all his work, the tinkerer is making time.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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