Fly away, at the end of the string
Fly away, at the start of spring
Up, up, up and away
In the cool breeze you may sway
Feel the freedom of a lie
Though you soar in the sky
Your fate is linked to my skill
With one tug of the string I can kill
Your towering ambition to fly
Until then, you may rise high.
These photographs were taken at the Berkeley Kite Festival, California.
kites in Berkeley?
nice 🙂
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Yes, these photos are from 2010.
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You got some terrific shots of kites at that festival. Wonderful for this week’s theme.
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Thanks!
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