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Intelligence


Intelligence laughing at us in the wind people being flown as kites in another part of the universe laughing in the wind at how small we really are not unique special or intelligent gliding in the wind brown, Black, tan, white where color is only color without race or prejudice laughing while strings lead to aliens exclaiming how intelligent and beautiful a kite can look dancing in the wind almost as if it had a mind of its own tiny intricate things created through intelligence eventually floating through time equal to dust drifting away with the wind.
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Would appreciate critiquing

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