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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Go fly a kite

We went out in the hay field and flew a kite today. I started crying thinking back to when I was young flying a kite with dad at aunt Roses house.
I remember dad sending mom to town after more string. We had the kite so high in the air it was just a dot. We tied it off to the hay bailer. I miss you Dad!



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