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Feb 2016
Beneath the ground you walk on, in dark crevices and cracks. Things creep and move with little concept of time. Stones sit idly for eons of time waiting for the earth to shift and groan. A niche is carved out and a pool of water forms. Things begin to grow and flourish around the pool in the dark deep recesses of the earth. Life finds a way in the harshest of places. In deep caves where it seems impossible for it to exist. As we scurry around like bacteria in a plastic dish, life evolves, lives and dies all around us, while we are seldom aware of the secrets the caves, and natural subterranean world holds above and beyond what we can know and understand.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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