The scarlet balloon waved from the sedge grass that grows in the margin between land and sea. The balloon was no longer firm and fully inflated and was weighed down by its tail of message tags and string. The messages were of bereavement, "I will miss you mate" said one, another "you will live on through your children". Sad notes from a far away funeral.
I cut the pale string with a sharp sea shell and released the balloon to the wind. It rose quickly and was soon absorbed into the blue, pacific sky.
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