A couple of days ago we had the festival of kites. The same evening you could see a gravel of dead kites. Some that looked perfectly healthy, and some torn.
Discarded post them serving their purpose. In some cases discarded since they were never fit for purpose.
Flying is never easy. Only the best make it to the list. Others can wallow in the stillness of the graveyard.
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