The man and the once colorful #kite

There was once a boy who was given a colorful kite. This boy did not really want a kite, and the boy did not know how to fly a kite, but he tried once. He took the kite out into the wind, and he went through the motions, but the kite would not fly. The boy returned home and tossed the kite into the coat closet, where it lay for many years.

One day, a man came across the once colorful kite. He thought it beautiful, though it was faded and dusty from years of disuse. He meant to take the kite flying. He took the kite out into the wind, but the kite would not fly. There seemed to be a heaviness about it.

The man returned to his home. The kite expected to be tossed aside again, but the man laid the kite gently on his coffee table, and he considered the kite closely.

The next week, the man took the kite out into the wind again. The kite could hardly believe it! The man took a soft, moistened cloth and wiped away every trace of the thick, dusty coat that clung to the kite from the years of neglect on the floor of the coat closet. The man lifted the kite into the air. The kite felt a distinct lightness in its body, but it could not fly. The man returned home and returned the kite to his coffee table, and again he considered the kite closely. The kite felt the kindness and curiosity in the eyes of the man.

The next week, the man took the kite out into the wind again. The kite could hardly believe it! The man removed the sullied, limp string and tied a pliant new tether, bright and yellow, to the foot of the kite. The man lifted the kite into the air. The kite felt a rise in its spirit, but still it could not fly. Though the man was learning how to handle the kite, the kite did not know how to handle flight. The man returned home and returned the kite to his coffee table, and again he considered the kite closely. When the man retired that night, he gathered the kite gently into his hands and laid the kite on his bedside table. He gazed at the kite as he dimmed the lamp and drifted to sleep. The kite felt the tenderness and patience in the eyes of the man.

The next week, the man took the kite out into the wind again. The kite could hardly believe it! The man replaced the thin, fragile dowels with strong, scented wood and secured the body of the kite tightly to the new solid, stylish frame. The man lifted the kite into the air. The kite felt positively buoyant! The kite lifted its shoulders and lifted its face into the wind, and for a moment the kite soared into the sky above. The man smiled at the kite. The kite felt its heart smile back at the man. The man returned home and returned the kite to his beside table, and he gazed again at the kite as he drifted to sleep. The kite felt fondness and pride coming from the eyes of the man. And the kite felt fondness and pride coming from its own heart. And the kite felt admiration and love for the man.

Every week, the man took the kite out into the wind, and every week the kite practiced lifting its shoulders and lifting its face into the wind, and the kite did fly and float and flutter for the man. The kite learned how to twist left and how to twirl right and how to swoop in the wind as the man smiled and laughed from below. The kite grew fond of flying, secure in the strong, able hands of the man who had brought it back from ruin and neglect. Higher and higher the kite would soar, and the man and the kite took great delight in each other. One day, the man tied a long rainbow ribbon with many bows to the foot of the kite, and the rainbow ribbon with many bows trailed behind the kite as it sailed. The kite brought joy to the man, and the kite became as colorful and cheerful on the inside as the man had fashioned it on the outside.

Some time later, the man came to the kite with his own heaviness. He took the kite out into the wind, but the heaviness weighted and pulled at the kite. The kite flew with all of its heart, but it could not lift the spirit of the man. The man took no pleasure in the flight of the kite. The man returned home and laid the kite on his coffee table.

Week after week, the heaviness in the man continued. He no longer took the kite out into the wind. He no longer considered the kite. But the kite considered the man. Once in a while, when the kite would feel the eyes of the man passing over, the kite would lift its shoulders and lift its face, but the kite could not fly without the man, and the kite no longer brought joy to the man.

Some time later, the man came again to the kite and considered it for a long while. The kite lifted its shoulders and lifted its face for the man, and the man decided to take the kite out into the wind again. The kite could hardly believe it! The man lifted the kite into the air, and the kite flew for the man with all of its heart and all of its might. Higher and higher it soared, waving the long rainbow ribbon with many bows behind it. Am I beautiful? Are you proud of me? Do I bring you joy?

The wind was strong that day, and the man flew the kite for a very long time. And the kite did float and flutter for the man, and the kite did twist and twirl for the man, and the kite did swoop and soar for the man. As the day grew long and the sun grew low, the kite grew weary of flying and longed to be drawn back in and gathered to the man.

But the man was loosening his grip, and the tether grew long. The wind grew stronger, and the tether that held the kite to the man grew longer and longer. The kite was being blown about, but the man did not see and the man did not draw the kite back in to himself. Instead, he loosened his grasp and allowed the tether be pulled out and out and out from his fingers until finally the kite was released into the ferocious wind.

No longer tethered to the man, the kite was taken hold by the wind and the wind tore it into the heavens. The kite did not know how to fly without the man and was at the mercy of the mighty wind. Up and up the kite was blown, farther and farther from the earth and farther and farther from the man. The height made the kite dizzy and the wind made the kite weak. The earth was tumbling below, or was it the kite that was tumbling? The long rainbow ribbon with many bows was ripped from its feet and flown far away. A sense of terror gripped the kite. There was no earth. There was no man. There was no tether. And the wind blew on and on.

Kite Girl-1

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