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Jun 2016
Behold a single sapling growing in the edge of an open field. The off spring of a great oak, one of many. The Acorns are scattered by Squirrels and the wind and slowly over time the ones that survive take root. In 50 years, which is a small length of human time, the saplings have turned into mighty trees. A grove has been established and some of them are cut down to become lumber for a home. The trees that remain weep for the loss of their siblings, but on a clearing not so far away, they see what they have become. A house that holds a family and children's laughter, hopes and dreams. So one tree with a purpose grew others which in time had a purpose of their own.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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