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Aug 2017
Vines running everywhere, with corn stalks bundled in heaps. Orang orbs glowing in the sun as they begin to ripen. Bouncing among the hills of Pumpkins waiting to be pulled off the vine. Imaginations run wild as to what might be made of them. A Jack O' Lantern or home made pies. Pumpkin spice punch or cookies perhaps. The world is alive with the colors of wondering as harvest time comes to the Pumpkin patch.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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