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Continue to ChatA breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane. - Ellen Hopkins from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/a-breeze-blows-up-touching-my-cheek-like-a-little-child-s-kiss-it-flutters-a-piece-of-paper-trash-out-there