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Jul 2017
Oh my soul grows weary as my body refuses to live. I rise from the mortal coil and failed shell of what I was. I see the dark bird waiting for me. A harbinger of things to come, I succumb to the icy grip of the inevitable. With it's dreadful CAW I feel my soul slipping onto dark velvet as the wind rushes through the feathers of my bearer. I am taken over the veil and beyond the horizon. I now find rest as the CAW echoes in my ears, my eyes see the mortal realm fade and my body fall away as I look into the darkness and see the vastness of the stars. I can now see the place where I am waited for as I go to my new life, carried on a Raven's wings.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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