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My kite rides upon the warm updrafts as a confident Manta Ray of the sky.

General

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.

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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.