’ ‘Is he sad, Grandpa?’ ‘Yes, child, he is. I can see it in his flight and sometimes when he rests on the bluff or in the barren trees’. ‘...oes he cry? Do falcons cry?’ ‘No,no dear, not most but this falcon is different. He does cry as he searches for a love he has not found. He cries as the wind spirits pull him this way and push him that way and then lift him to the sky’. ‘How do you know he cries, Pa?’ ‘I feel him cry, little one. I have never seen Falcon’s tears but I have seen the sparkle. Times had been much leaner then, for both of us. This was his first time in Paris and, of course, he’d insisted I show him the usual tourist fare. The Tower, The Arc de Triomphe, the Basilica of Sacre-Coeur, Notre Dame, Moulin Rouge, and, of course, the museums. Not that I minded so much. I’d missed his easy going company. Our last visit, had been what I considered the piece de résistance of the tour; The Musee de Louvre. It had been a perfect day, the sun out in full force, the brilliant azure. " I take it you enjoyed your champagne a LOT, huh Becky," Tracy said with a knowing wink."Definitely. Now let me get back to being a mother OK?" Becky said, trying to get back to normal. She then turned to Miss K and gave her a hug. "Thanks for the rest, Kayla. I needed that." You're welcome," Miss K said as she hugged back. After breaking off the hug, Miss K motioned for Tracy to come follow her. "Time to get the show on the road, Tracy!"Tracy ran upstairs to get her purse, then came back down. Che lui decidesse di prendereun certo controllo del processo, fungendo da ispirazione per il miosviluppo femminile, costituiva per me la naturale evoluzione di questosentimento. In una certa misura, consideravo la mia devozione ad Achrefuna forma di elevazione spirituale. Da donna trans, non avevo mai troppoamato certe istanze femministe di libert? ed emancipazione. O meglio,rispettavo le idee di tutt*, ma nella mia sacra libert? ritenevo di doveressere in qualche misura sottomessa al mio uomo,.