I never found even in my juvenile hours that it was necessary to go a thousand miles in search of themes for moralizing.

glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home.

Unattended monuments ruin quickly.  Maintaining them well fetches you abundance.

Remember after every storm, shines a rainbow

Written By Xochitl

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