the story can resume

[finding some place off the map]

"She put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades,
to see if my wings were strong, she said.
'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition
and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle
to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.'"

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