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Nov 2018
Dark skies with a Purple hue roll over the landscape. Trees come to life as old buildings fade. Silver lights shine around new things that are growing, the soul of mans time is dying. The world quakes as history unravels. Myth is becoming fact and reality that was is now fantasy. Elves emerge from hidden realms covered by mist. Dwarfs shake off the dust of the deep earth and crack open clefts in the mountains. The moon is joined by a lesser soul mate as one is Silver and the other Green. They mix to cast an eerie light on the earth below. What was is not and what was forgotten is now new. So is a world reborn from chaos to a new order of things.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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