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  • This is a story about a parent and their child. Their small, sheltered child has lived locked-away in a tower for their entire life. They have spent their entire life staring at the sky, at the endless, endless expanse of blue. Their child looks at the blue, and wants to reach out and touch it. What would it feel like? The blue looks back at the sheltered child and thinks nothing: it is the blue sky, what should it care for one small, small child?

    Then one day, the parent hands the child a pair of wings. "Fly," the parent says. "Fly away from here. But don't fly to close to the water or the fierce ocean spray will break your wings and you will drown, and don't fly too close to the sun or the heat will melt the wax and you will plummet to your doom."

    Does the child hear him? Does the child heed him?

    The child--who is no longer a child--is thrust away from the only home they have known into the blue, blue sky. Only three questions remains: sink or swim? fall or fly? fail or succeed?

    I am a child. I am about to be thrown into the deep expanse of blue.
    Am I an Icarus? Time will tell.
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