Those woven kites of nature's threads rise into the blue with ease, for in such careful hands, with loving steering nudges, they are born to navigate the stratosphere.
Once I was kite and another was my anchor, yet now I am both kite and anchor, for I have grown. Better yet, in this state of being anchor and kite I have found myself the caretaker of so many other strings. And so, together we fly, such jocund company.
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