Sunday, May 9, 2010


I have never stopped launching my paper boats or flying my kites into the loving skies. The sky has always waited for my kites as my village ponds had waited for my boats. The ponds have become trasn-continental now but my boats dance as playfully on the waters' bosom as they always did when I bunked school to see my ...ships carried to the far end by the wind's gentle push of love.

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