Far into the night, the monks flew the orange kite, watching it soar and sail, twist and turn, its long tail keeping it in perfect balance.
~Helen E. Buckley: Excerpt from Moonlight Kite
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Far into the night, the monks flew the orange kite, watching it soar and sail, twist and turn, its long tail keeping it in perfect balance.
~Helen E. Buckley: Excerpt from Moonlight Kite
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A note form LoveLetterist:
4th Muses... What makes you unforgettable?
As a child, LoveLetterist, I mostly harbored warm fuzzy feelings about kites. Experimenting with the length of kite tails to study the effect on kite stability. Then there were box kites! A whole new variant and quite different to fly with control. (Nia’s comment squares with my mindset in past days)
Just imagine my shock in learning about staged competitions in which the goal was to be the last kite flying! Strings for those kites were first wetted then placed in sugar or salt crystals then allowed to dry. Affixing the crystals in place. The string of such a kite was used to cut a competitor’s kite string, sending the vanquished competitor’s kite sailing off into the sky! Waging war with kites seemed unthinkable back then, as it does today. I hope an open field exists nearby. Go fly a kite. 🪁 😊