I do not know how I would enjoy this book as a child but, as an adult, I would cherish this story and reread regularly to remind me of all the good things in life. So much to reflect on and so much of hope breezing like the kite in the book.
I write about what affects me, enthralls me. I write my experiences, I write my emotions. To grow, to learn, to live, to celebrate Life. I write.
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New experiences pave us for more expressions. I went for a long walk under the night lights in the campus. A silent slow stroll. I took 20 ...
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