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*sitting some day under a perfectly blue sky with his legs spread out in the green grass before him, in his hands a little project, the spine and spar of a kite, covered with pages of old-fashioned script; he presses his lips together in concentration as he ties on the tail -- a length of bright ribbon the same color as the sky*

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*giggles delightedly* A kite!

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*beaming-silly* oh, is that what this is? would you like to help me fly it, lady?

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I think that's what it is. I'd love to help, if you think it would fly.

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it ought to fly. it's a kite, isn't it?

[onlyachild]

*confused pause, then a ventured* Yes!

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well ... ! let's get it flying, then. *beams and picks it up off the ground, offering her the string* kites probably like being in the air best. i would, if i were a kite.