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Dec 2016
The silver drops fall down around me. The cold chill rushes through me until I am numb. I stand beneath the dark sky and shed the tears that I want to hide. As the drops of water fall down my face, I cannot be sure if they are tears or if they are rain.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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