Beautiful native american wisdom. I first heard this tale in a native american course at uni
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Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.
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Perfect children omg.The four sweethearts at the end of that Jimmy Kimmel segment “I Told My Kids I Ate All Their Halloween Candy.” Literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.
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