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| Gabe with the Alien kite. | Gabe's holding the kite for Martin. | The closest we got to Pacific Ocean. | Hock let his kite roam in the blue sky. |
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| Martin was doing a pretty good job in maneuvering his two-string kite. | My Alien dominated the sky! | You don't know what freedom is until you fly a kite. | Release all your string and let the kite touch the sky. |
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| Gabe picked up an empty bottle by the sea. | He put a message in it and threw it out. Hopefully someone from the other end of the ocean is going to pick it up one day. | One last shot with our kites before sunset. | We continued our tradition of kite-flying in Victoria Island, Canada (it's a totem in the background). |
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| You can't see my Alien because it was the highest object at the Port of Victoria that day. | The wind was so strong at the Victoria Harbor that it really messed up our hair. | When my Alien was 1000 ft up in the sky, it had its own mind. After toying with a seaplane, it hooked its string to a moving boat and was dragged into the sea. It took us a while to fish it up from the sea. | We were so happy that we were able to save the Alien's ass! |