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Jan 15, 2006 17:26

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 ( Read more... )

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springruby January 16 2006, 04:36:47 UTC
AHAHAHA! Classic!!

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