Transition
by David Ngo
Ever since Mum made me a kite and I gazed up at the sky, I believed I could fly like Ultraman and E.T, and I wondered what adventures we could have. I once believed the ultimate goal was to break free from the line and follow the wind into the vast. Now I cherish holding on to the final moment.
high above
drifting silent
a bird
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