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Oct 2016
Groans can be heard coming from the ancient trees as the sway in the wind. The leaves are shed untimely for the season. Branches droop and Willows sag as the life goes out of the wilderness. The animals do not call to one another and the birds have ceased to sing. The sap that is the life's blood of the trees dries up and the dust blows away with the dead leaves. The land is hurting from neglect and the wild things are fading away. If you listen quietly in the still of the day, you can hear the forest crying that things must be this way.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Keith Wilson
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