Icarus:
[
Daedelus is hugging his son] You're squeezing me. We're not saying goodbye, are we?
The Storyteller:
Daedelus clung to his son on the hill. Then he kissed Icarus and it seemed as if some great bird was feeding it's chick mouth to mouth, as birds do. Or that if Daedelus was willing his knowledge into his clumsy son.
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