The soul,” he’d said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, “is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that’s where it will go.
-Robert Masello
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