

Kite Flying: Land of PatheticGulp gulp gulp The sound of cool water going down your dry throat as you notice the summer breeze; faint, almost nonexistent and each slightly-too-colorful kite falls from the sky and refuses to fly back up. So instead, you fall back on the grass--the dry crunchy grass-- and giggle hysterically. This is summer, this is life. Pathetic pathetic dreams too far gone to remember. All that is left is this sunburnt, God-forsaken town. But it's okay, and it's all right. Who needs anything except a hot pink triangle refusing to float in the sky for just a single moment. And this sunburnKite Flying: Land of Pathetic
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