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Sep 2015
Hands wrinkled by age and years of caring labor. Some days often forgetful. A heart full of caring and love. Always worrying about others, but giving little concern for herself. Age has greyed her hair and time has left it's mark on her smile, but deep impressions are scarcely noticed when her warm greeting meets the sick sniffles of a runny nose. No treasure could be greater, no wisdom can be sweeter. These are things that make a mother so dear. A person who cannot be replaced no matter how hard you may try. She is a gift from God indeed.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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