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| Dyann stood staring at the vast expanse of grass stretching before her. The sun had risen enough to melt the lingering frost from the grass. The air had that crisp, almost electric quality only spring mornings brought. With hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her breath fogged the air as she tried to clear her mind. ~~~ Read the full story at https://jjshaun.com/2025/02/16/go-fly-a-kite/ |