May 11, 2011
-the kite was gliding in the sky as high as my spirit
-cold air stung my throat as the warm sun heated my skin
-wind hissed past my ears as a fountain trickled near by
-smells of a spring morning the day after rain consumed me
-as only the taste of freedom lingered in my mouth

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