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Mar 2016
A vacant lot has been taken over by people in rubber boots. The asphalt is being torn up and the earth beneath gets to see sunlight for the first time in years. Seeds are being sewn in neighborhoods without the governments help. People are taking charge of their own lives. The air is becoming cleaner and neighbors are working together again. Children get their hands ***** and learn what a garden is. No more is it a place where a lone farmer grows our food, but a place of unity that builds a community and breaks down barriers and abates fear as it helps people learn to live together again.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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