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Apr 2016
Currents churn oceans and winds blow leaves, but love is more volatile than them both. Fancy can become pain if the wrong word is uttered. Hearts can become as fragile as a glass figurine or as hard as a mill stone, depending on how love goes. No one can measure the ways of love. Knowing when the earth will quake again would be an easier task. Philosophers and wise men can discern the mysteries of the universe, but to know the reason that love changes, is likely beyond mortal understanding.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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