A Kite for Rarasaur

In jail, messages are called kites. Here is one I’m sending to Rara through the winds of love.

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Prisons exist in the mind only.

“You may do unto me whatever you wish, but you shall not be able to touch my Truth.

You may shed my blood and burn my body, but you cannot kill or hurt my spirit.

You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.” Khalil Gibran

Don’t stop believing, Rara. We are here to verify your reality of love, compassion, and beauty. Love, Kozo

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