On a hill where the city sighed into sky, a little girl fought with her tangled kite string. "Fly, please," she whispered, but the kite only flopped like a tired bird.
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On a hill where the city sighed into sky, a little girl fought with her tangled kite string. "Fly, please," she whispered, but the kite only flopped like a tired bird.
This feels like a hug from the universe—a reminder that even our heaviest moments are just waiting for the right wind.
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