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Oct 2016
The statue of white stone turns and speaks to me. The flowers outside my window sing when the sun comes up. I walk up the rainbow and look into the sun. I leap from cloud to cloud until I find a fluffy one, then I settle down to take a nap. I awaken to dark skies, so I grab a lightning bold and give it a twirl, I then jump inside a rain drop and ride it into a river. I swim with some Trout and talk to them for a while. Then jump out of the water on to the river bank and sun myself with an otter, until we are both warm and dry. I paint pictures in my mind to find a safe place from reality, then I awake and wonder am I dreaming in a nightmare of a dreary existence and perhaps the other world was the one that was real.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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