Ah, the wonders of being a kite. Gently being picked up by a slight breeze, chasing after birds, floating higher and higher to dance in the warm air. Gravity means nothing. The world is yours; your world is simply the feathery clouds, welcoming sun and infinate, dazzling clear blue sky. Then, the winds shift and you are sent spiraling down in
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