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into the wind



Sometimes it may be wise to just simply watch an object as it is moved by the natural dips and rises of the winds. Invisible waves with an immense amount of impact. What can be learned from the corner creases of a cloth blowing? Can one learn to let go of control as they feel the release and tug of a kite string?

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