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Its Easter Sunday. The sun is shining bright, the clouds are shaped into circuses of animals and things, and kites are filling up the sky like a the God just shook the world like a snow globe and filling it with colors. After 16 hourse of driving I look up to see these kites…and there he is. A stranger, a child I have never met, standing on top of 20 foot pile of sand. His eyes are laughing like my grandpas used to. He is a warrior of kite flyers with his flying high and breezing well. It is blue and wooden; hand made. I bet he made it himself. I didn’t have time to ask, but with his smile bright I couldnt help but stare. He looked down from his high pile and saw me in the bus…with a group of tired adults. He locked eyes with me for a long moment and in that moment I felt as if I were ten again too. With that look he told me to stay young at heart. To not forget the feeling of being young and enjoying the moment. I have to say…I enjoyed this one very much. After a long journey, a childs gaze filling my heart with passion for life and fun, was exactly what I needed. Exactly what should never be forgotten.
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