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Dec 2016
I saw a delicate flower and I wanted to smell it's fragrance, but the many thorns pricked me and caused me to draw back. So I had to think and move carefully to get close to the delicate Rose. I moved ever so cautiously until I was near enough to smell it's fragrance. I was then suddenly startled and drew back in haste. I was cut and pricked for all of my trouble, then in a moment of clarity I came to understand, that the most beautiful flowers often are difficult to obtain and that a Rose has thorns not just for it's protection, but to show others how to take great care when seeking to know true beauty.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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