There is an eagle flying above the soulless field. He is weakened. His wings are torn. His leg is chined to the iron cage, forcing him to fly up and down, with the agony of broken soul. Yet, he keeps flying till he finds peace. He cried strongly but hopelessly, with a drop of tear in his eye. He is the most beautiful eagle in this world.
Never let go of hope.
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