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I am alone on the beach with my kite, my companion.

It seems to be alive as it tries to fly

But I hinder its escape.

My kite kicks up, bouncing against the sand, pivoting in the grains.

But my fingers fold tightly around the silky string so there is no chance for it to slip through my hands.

A gust of wind rescues my kite and lifts it to the sky.

The string follows faithfully, pulling through my grasp.

I yank hard to reel them back but they escape.

My kite rejoices in ecstasy, whirling, twirling, turning somersaults in the sky.

And the loyal string swings back and forth.

Capriciously, the wind abandons its whim and rests my kite in a breeze.

Lured to this tranquil state my kite begins to fall.

Thrashing and twisting in uncontrollable circles, speeding towards disaster

My kite plunges into the ocean and disintegrates.

And the string curls and sags forming “s” shapes beneath the ocean’s surface among muted colored chips of paper.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.        Until tomorrow…