White Rabbit :
“As I lay dying, my thoughts are remiss, all I can think of, is her, and our last kiss. This war I’ve been fighting, these tired worn hands, the countless miles trodden, to see her again. To be held once more, carried forever in suspense, the burden of this effort, is remembering her scent. I wouldn’t change anything, no rock pebble, or grain of sand, and no fallen foe. I give this testament, this promise of oath, there wouldn’t be a distance I would not go.
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