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//Tuesday, December 02, 2008 11:23 PM
Her Kite
Jenny walked south of the house and headed toward her favourite little mount of grass and soil. Exactly 50 steps away. Plonking herself down, she shielded her eyes with one hand and studied the wind. Satisfied, Jenny throw her pastel blue kite to the wind and slowly released the string.
"Fly, kite, fly high up into the sky and bring my troubles far far away." Jenny confided to the kite. As the sun beat down on Jenny and the wind danced in Jenny's ears, nature's song took flight and unsettled Jenny's restraints. With every flap of her kite, more tears slipped down Jenny's cheeks. The kite, the wind and the tears, they all seemed to channel Jenny's frustrations out of her heavy heart. With swollen eyes and a blocked nose, Jenny felt a lot lighter at heart and started at the white cotton string. Her sight followed the string to where it held tightly to the tail of the kite. With a little smile, Jenny's fingers loosened slightly and let the string slip past her fingers. As Jenny watched the kite float away, dancing and swaying, she said a little prayer and hoped that the kite will bring better tidings.
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