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First Flight
sticky wax collected from the ears of ten thousand bees
feathers of every bird save the ostrich
balsa canvas sinew atop the cretian cliffs
with the wings strapped to our backs
from point spinalonga we set out across the sea,
to catch the wind
the culmination of fear as we left the rock
Minos’s men not far behind drove our last steps
the sea beckoned but the wind would not l...
Monday 12th December 2016 3:34 am
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