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Mar 2015
What is darkness, but the absence of light. What is darkness but a quiet place to hide Inside shadows our true selves cannot be seen. In dark places we can choose what we would like to be. In the open light all of our flaws are revealed, but inside of the darkness we have the illusion of perfection. If only for a few stolen moments in the night. It is inside of the darkness that we can feel safe and hide.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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