On a bright sunny day, the grass is green, the sky is clear. The city has stopped running momentarily; there are more people wandering around the park than there are people occupying the tall buildings that surround us. Groups of people gather at the park, with people spending their afternoon flying a kite, walking their dog, and enjoying the sun on the bench.

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A member of the team is very shy, who lives outside the park, but there are a few who do keep quiet.

 

The second thing you notice at the park is a parade, and the riders don't hide in an attempt to attract the crowds. One rider told me that the train station is not empty, but there are so many people there: few dozen young girls wearing an idyllic young white flowing skirt, bards, and other un-dressed adult women who are being lowered.

 

One bike ride in the morning was very peaceful and even more peaceful, however, and the kite dropped into the yard.

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This was not the yard you would want to drop your kite in. Mrs. Jameson walked onto the porch and picked up the kite. She skimmed around her yard and darted her eyes at him, then whispered under her breath, “Anyone who dares interrupt my afternoon, show yourself.” He stood there, frozen. His joyous afternoon at the park quickly turned sour.

 

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Mrs. Jameson was smiling, smiling, and their school-mates, in their first relationship with an adorable, warm boy, seemed genuinely embarrassed. The boys were both excited and surly about being there, so the boys were a little confused about their feelings and concern with the joy they expressed.

 

"I'd like to join Mr. Rogers. I like you to have a great time,'' she said. "You know I'm sad to hear about you coming out of the facility. It's like you're coming out of the hospital.''

 

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Mrs.Jameson smiles again slowly, and waits a few seconds. The boys felt uncomfortable. “Well, let’s talk more about that next time.” she said, and paced back to her front door with a peaked back view. 

 

“ I feel it passed so slowly at that moment.” The boy in white t-shirt spoke in a husky whisper. “I regret coming to this yard.” The boys quickly ran away from that yard. The door opens slightly and showing an eye in the dark behind them.

 

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A gaping hole in the metal made it even harder to see where the entire yard ended up.

And then there was the baby. It was literally an hour ago, and I was looking at it back at my son, and staring up at it, knowing he was tall and skinny. I could see him breathing slowly, and he was, from the bottom of his head, an enormous half-inch tall. I couldn't do anything about it. Even though he is carrying it. He was never looking like he was moving forward. He stared back,

 

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The step sound of the boys faded away. Mrs.Jameson sank into her armchair, staring at the baby and said,”Seems like you are gonna fly a kite ten years latter, don't you?” The baby smiles. “Are you going to remember that the kite in your hand is exactly the one that once disturbed your dream?”