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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3656 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Papalote Silvia A. Brandon-Perez Once I had a papalote with three red streamers and a yellow one, sun in a good summer. My papalote was a wide secret, white wings and a smell of rubber. I never learned to fly it, paper and ribbons. Once I tried to fly to heaven in a herd of balloons. Hoped I could lift myself above the horizon. Balloons in left hand next to the papalote, the one with red and yellow streamers. New girls' innocence and illusions. My papalote sought to fly the horizon, firmly tangled in the trunks of trees. |
