the trick with kites is to let them go, and then pull them back. you let them go, you pull them back. tight. loose. tug of war. you play this game a bit. the winds swell. she flies finally upwards, high into the clouds. she flutters, you keep your hold. gently. she's uncertain. from up there, how do you look? a heavy full stop, pulling her down? or, maybe, the last threadbare connection keeping her from getting lost, far away into the darkness of the cordillera hills.
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