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Apr 2017
Blossoms release perfume into the air and the rain leaves the trees with the scent of spring. The wet earth is dank and feels cool between your toes. The water sitting idle in the tall grasses of a slow flowing stream fills the air with the smell of the old and new as things decompose and grow. The senses are delighted and challenged by diversions of all things being new, then with the change of seasons the world changes again. With each experience there are new things to be enjoyed. The scent of the world and things that are alive and changing, even when we do not realize it is happening around us.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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