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Feb 2020
We are like Ants on a mound of dirt. We dig into the earth but change little. The earth gets tired of our interference and moves to correct us. The longer we wait to hear the message the harder the lesson will become. It matters not how many or how few we are. Some Ants have vast numbers and some live in small dwellings, but when the rains come many are washed away and some do not survive at all. So lets us take stock of what we think is permanent. Seventy years will get us all if we are lucky to get that. While the earth measures time in Eons, we are just dust that it will stir up and blow away. The earth changes violently and subtly, it remains while we simply fade away.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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