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May 2017
Crystal spheres float around me and are filled with tiny rainbows. Suds drown my sorrows and fizz when I drink. Music plays and light flashes through different soapy creations that float out of a machine meant to delight and entertain. A child blows into a plastic circle and pretty jewels form in odd shapes and rise on the wind. Something so simple as a bubble that can bring so much joy and excitement just makes good sense.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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