Kite and Magpie
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Looking up at the sky, a string in hand, there the kite is, smiling down with all its fantastic magic and brilliant colours, pulling gently to the wind. It is a beautiful feeling knowing it can come back safely anytime. But hold back too much, it snaps; give way too much, it drowns. Hold on with caution.
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Chinese lunar calendar, seventh of July, magpies everywhere gather over the Silver River (Milky Way) to form a bridge. Over this bridge, two stars cross the river to meet in the night sky before separating for another year.
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I dreamed I was on a plane, when a magpie came to hitchhike. It sat down near the door, I pretended not to look. When it left, I said my silent good luck. The magpie walked further and further away with its bulky down jacket and huge bag, upon an airy road, and at last, disappeared in the foggy sky.
Looking up at the sky, a string in hand, there the kite is, smiling down with all its fantastic magic and brilliant colours, pulling gently to the wind. It is a beautiful feeling knowing it can come back safely anytime. But hold back too much, it snaps; give way too much, it drowns. Hold on with caution.
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Chinese lunar calendar, seventh of July, magpies everywhere gather over the Silver River (Milky Way) to form a bridge. Over this bridge, two stars cross the river to meet in the night sky before separating for another year.
3
I dreamed I was on a plane, when a magpie came to hitchhike. It sat down near the door, I pretended not to look. When it left, I said my silent good luck. The magpie walked further and further away with its bulky down jacket and huge bag, upon an airy road, and at last, disappeared in the foggy sky.
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