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Dec 2016
Sitting on a stone by a slow flowing stream. I close my eyes and feel the Moss beneath my feet. I hear a bird chirping in the tree above me, I can hear the water as it washes over smooth stones. The wind gently blows cool air around me and I can feel the rays of the sun shining through the clouds. In moments of solitude, I can reconnect to who I am and refocus on my life. It is in a quiet place that I feel most alive.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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