Up they went,
We followed along,
He made them,
My older brother folded the papers,
and I knelt beside him,
We happily chased them as they flew,
They landed,
We sent them up flying again,
Unrelenting and tirelessly,
Such should be our dreams,
Always sent up into the vast space,
Thrown up into the air after every land,
Until they glide with the winds.
September 2,...
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