There is no way but this, for me. No one understands, but one day she will see. I mean my freedom to be a homage to her. She raised a little tiger, no clipped wing swan lives here. When we go to cross the river, she will look to me, and I will roar and dive in. She will not look me in the eye, but she will let me go. And when, someday, I can return for her, and carry her to the other side, I know that she will forgive me, because she feels me too much in her heart.
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