wow, i only recently discovered that my kite was actually BROKEN. So while I was happily running around in joy with a flegling little kite that flapped dismally around the ground, little did i know that my kite had never even known the true meaning of flying. i fixed it up here in morocco (twas a complex mechanical-style proceedure that involved re-tying the strings so that they were even - i wont bore u with all the details as most of u probably wont understand) and then i let it go. it went out about 50 metres and sincerely looked as though it had finallybeen liberated; it sat happily in the air indefinitely and i gazed at it wonderstruck...so this is the true meaningof flying a kite. all those hours spent throwing it needlessly into the air over and over, only to watch it flap back into shrubs and puddles. I justified its previously useless performances with excuses such as; "its just TOO gusty today, thats all". how silly i was.
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