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" It was a warm dreamy sleep all about flying, about sailing high over the earth. But ne with arms stretched out like airplane wings, nor shot forward like Superman in a horizontal dive, but floating, cruising, in the relaxed position on a couch reading a newspaper. Part of his flight was over the dark sea, but it didn't frighten him because he knew he could not fall. He was alone in the sky, but somebody was applauding him, watching him and applauding. He couldn't see who it was. "

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The dream of flight Milkman has is a form of longing for an escape from the life he has. His life that had once been boring and dull was now opening the life of confusion and explanation. Flying away and soaring, looking down to the world that he does have.

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" You just can't fly on off and leave a body."
The concept of the soul leaving the body in the simple veil of death and spirit. The separation of the body and the spirit at the hands of death leading the spirit to heaven or to hell or simply leaving the spirit in the world of the mortal
" A human life is precious, You can't fly off and leave it."

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"Too much tail. All the jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down."

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The peacock was a form of flight and pridefully fluttered its feathers and few unto the ground and walked in beauty. "Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down."

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Flight is a form of escape. Milkman is able to escape most of his boredom in the town where his name was changed to Milkman. For Pilate, she mastered flight. FLight was an escape from slavery to Solomon.

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O sugarman don't leave me here
Cotton balls to choke me
O sugarman don't leave me here
Buckra's arms to yoke me
Sugarman done fly away
Sugarman done gone
Sugarman cut across the sky
Sugarman gone home

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"It was like flying blind, and not knowing where he was gong..."

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Touches on topics like:
- suicide
- greed
- innocence
- death

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<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/88/98/6b8898ce5fa02c0e45e8e3c7c76d7f9e.jpg" alt="- Ì�Ì� i am heaven sent Ì�Ì�-"/>

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"...Mr Smith's blue silk wings must have left their mark, because when the little boy discovered, at four, the same thing Mr Smith had learned earlier- that only birds could fly- he lost all interest in himself."

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" At 3:00 p.m on Wednesday the 18th of February, 1931, I will take off from Mercy and fly away on my own wings. Please forgive me. I loved you all"
(signed) Robert Smith
Ins. agent

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O sugarman done fly away
Sugarman done gone
Sugarman cut across the sky
sugarman gone home...
..O sugarman fly
O sugarman done gone ...