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[pattimayo]

i'm so eager to fly, i'm afraid my wings will melt ....

i really am ready
to leave this scene now.

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.’s.
[tseliot]

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[silent_singing]

By evening, the wings were ready. Icarus tested his wings . . . and they worked! "Look at me! I'm flying!" cried Icarus.

But Daedalus had a warning for his son. "Tomorrow, do not fly too close to the water, or the dampness will make your wings heavy. And do not fly too close to the sun, or the heat will melt your wings. Make sure to follow me, and everything will be fine."

The next morning, Daedalus flew a safe path between the sea and the sun. Icarus was following his father but flew higher and higher. "Look how high I can fly!" sang Icarus. He didn't notice that the sun was melting the wax on his wings.

Daedalus yelled, "Icarus, my son! Your wings! They're melting!" But Icarus was too high to hear him. He flew higher, and higher, and higher. His wings melted completely.

don't worry. it takes talent and deafness to be this pigheaded.
just remember to listen to the warning bells and i have faith in you.
good.luck.

[pattimayo]

thank you.