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Mar 2017
Trapped in the light of the lesser sphere, like a Moth drawn to a cold flame. Immersed in Silver streams of light, that shine brightly and pierce the night. Like a fairy tiptoeing through a magic stream, I frolic and dance merrily on a moonbeam.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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