Rain falls gently br in my mind br br memory br a kite br br running madly br about a sky br br longing to be br free br br the tug of the line br a heartbeat br br your hand br on mine br br fingernails clutching br drawing blood br br as the kite br broke free br br escaping our br control br br us crying….laughing br br ”Run...run! ” br we shouted to it br br as sensing br a change in the wind br br it headed out br for France.