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there was a time when i saw the kites flying in the sky and i regretted not having my own kite floated high up in the sky. i might never have such experience again. wouldn't it be good to send a goodwill into the air and let it gone with the wind? wouldn't i want to see my wish carried by a kite high up in the air? until...................i passed by some nook and cranny, the kites are dilapidated,disrepaired. they must have lost their way in the strong gust, beaten down from the sky by the curtains of raindrops, torn apart by the lightnings that struck. such is the biography of a kite with freedom but no guidance. 

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