Everyone thinks I was impetuous, that I didn't follow orders and died because of it.
A few say he killed me.
After the flight when he returned, he said I flew too high, and that the heat of the Sun melted the wax destroying my wings.
That's not true. It gets colder when you go higher.
Yes I flew high, but that did not melt the wax. it was my escape.
. . .
Like a bird in a cage
The labyrinth is a maze, until you learn your path.
On the edge
of the atmosphere.
. . . . . . . .
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