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May 2017
Ships fly to distant stars as DNA strands twist in the wind. Cities rise on Red desert plains, as two moons rise in a Green sky. No one is without their senses and taking flight is as easy as speaking the word and off you go. Animals can speak to us and we no longer need to do them harm. The air is clear as it was on the first day. Oh what imagination can create, if only we can translate the miracles into our reality.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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