On this windy hill, father and son will soon test their new kite. The sun is slowly sinking below the horizon and the remaining light flickers across the landscape. The sound of the wind whistling through the trees reassures the duo that this might be the perfect time to let the kite soar! :I lived to fly kites!", Redlin said, "I would have what seemed to be thousands of feet of string and when the wind was out of the east and the sun was setting, I would let the kite soar. Sometimes, it would go so far I could no longer see my homemade kite, just the outstretched string."
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