Jared and I headed up to Windy Hill on Skyline to go fly a kite. Well the weather was perfect and then we got stuck in a pocket of clouds and mist. It was windy but a bit chilly. We flew the kite so high that we could barely see it when it got further out.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Monday, May 1, 2006
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