Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Don't Stop...

Against the backdrop of violets and reds I saw one sailing towards the dying sun. Held aloft by brilliant colored kites,
chasing the winds 200 hundred fight high.


I let go of my handle bars and waved wildly with both hands.

I hope you saw me. I hope it was you.
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