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Jun 2018
Buildings reach to the sky and glisten like diamonds in the Sun. Streets are straight and Broad, trees abound everywhere. The lands are green and Lush and you can see the bottom of the rivers. Children of all Races run and play together. Highways are open and little in the way of traffic can be found. Nations have no borders and no poor are left behind. The skies are a dark blue as people talk openly one to another. Sickness is no more and crutches Wheelchairs and walkers sit at a memorial that their purpose may not be forgotten. I sit quietly on a park bench and look around at what great things can be. If only others could share this vision of the world with me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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