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Apr 2016
Stately but weathered stone, high arches and sunken walkways filled with worn cobble stone. A wrought iron gate that creaks as it moves heavily on it's hinges. Two majestic lions adorning the bars paws reaching for each other in some critical attempt at an embrace. High hedges that protect the view into bay glass windows. Where sunlight shines in at an angle, reflecting off of the polished stone floor dancing to the ceiling and back down again to fill the whole room with light. Such is the life of a stone manor from an era of more refined living and mannerisms.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Brent Fisher
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