The Last Piece of my Soul
I felt like a monkey in a circus.
Finally, with sweat, curses and bloody hands, I gripped it. Using the little force I had, I flipped and sat on the branch. All I had to do next was to stand up and catch the other branch above me. It was easier, this time. Slowly, I crawled, holding the wood tightly until the stone fence was below me. If I hang from the tree, I could step on the fence. Fearing not to fall, I hung upside down, hugging the branch. It was a very awkward position. I released my legs and almost couldn’t hold the scream caused by the abrupt swaying. Waiting until I stabilize, I made sure no one heard me. There were no servants in this courtyard. Finally, I put my two feet on the
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