Fly

Dear Serendipity.  My friend thought it best to call my book Fly Away On My  Dying Day. I always loved kites.  My father used to use the term “go fly a kite” when he didn’t want me around. Wish I had a kite fo fly because I really love  kites. So I want some of my ashes in a kite and have the ones who love me be there when I fly away on my dying day. No wait. On my living the next chapter of my life day  😉 fly fly away. 😉

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