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the kite was of convenience store quality, but i remember clearly the feeling i had when i got out of my parents' car and saw it tangled in the power lines. they had kindly driven some distance in pursuit, but there was no way to safely retrieve it. i could only stare at its moth wing eyes while my kid mind cycled through futile rescue options. however insignificant the object, this was one of my first lessons in intractable loss.