Am afraid she is not in. The chancellor has given back what belongs to her and she is long gone. You can try and see if you can catch up with her by nightfall, riding a horse is much faster than her tiny feet... and don’t worry about me! I was born here, and meant to die here. I have no right to freedom; my freedom is being able to sing at dawn with the birds, to bathe with the fish by the sea. My freedom has and always will be my own living experiences and how I see them through.
..﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿..!
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