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Oct 2016
Through a long cold spell, the heart may often slumber. Life becomes bleak and dismal as love seems to have forgotten it's place. Take hope for all is not to be lost. When love finds it's place once more,  magic will happen. The roses will regain their beauty and the lilies of the field will smell sweet again. For the frigid existence without love will pass and new blossoms will come, even in the winter time.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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