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Either we wait until the days and nights defeat us. Or we fashion wings for ourselves and escape through the air. We just need to stick some feathers on our arms with wax. Take flight, get air beneath our wings. Afterward, nothing will hold us back. But before we depart, listen to me carefully. If you fly too low, the humidity will weigh down your plumage and you’ll crash to the ground. If you fly too high, the sun’s heat will melt your wings and you’ll plummet into nothingness.