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Mar 2016
Tides are rising and crashing against the edifices of reality, the winds of fate are shifting. Turmoil is settling as the tensions ease. New ideas are being birthed as the old fades into history. As a forest sheds it's leaves to make way for new greenery in the spring and the old decomposes into fertile soil for the new growth. So the world is changing, with hope for the betterment and not the worse. The old regimes are being dismantled and old ideals of selfishness are fracturing. The new and the hungry long to stretch their wings. With new ideals and ways of making a better world not yet imagined, they rush forward to forge a better tomorrow. Giving a feeling of hope as things slowly turn back and change becomes a reality.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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