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Dec 2016
I run up to the cliff and look over on my tip toes. I stare into the abyss and wonder how deep it goes. Time and again I play this game, each time the end is the same. For once I think I will give it a go. I will jump into the unknown if only just for show. I am not sure where I will land. I am not sure if there is even a bottom. I would use a parachute, but that would take all of the fun out of the game. So over the edge I go I wonder what is waiting at the end?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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