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Apr 2015
The heat from the Sun shines down in the middle of the day, the river beds are dry and the wind blows the dust up around children at play. I sit on the ground and wonder when it will get better. I look to heaven hoping for some sign of change, but nothing seems to come. No cloud can be seen not even a wisp of rain. I put my head phones in my ears and turn on the radio. I listen to music then the news. I hear stories of far away places from nations I may never see. I wonder how they can be just like me. In a summers day in California, I learn that I am not alone. That others in places I have not known are suffering the same fate as I. Thousands of miles away in a different land but not under a different sun as the one I sit under now.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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