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the mushroom kingdom at peace never let it be said that the journey was easy, that there weren't times i crouched, silent in the black catacombs beneath my country, watched the lonesome shamble of blue-skinned goombas off of sheer stone ledges into bottomless shafts, punched blindly at bricks i could only hope hid a burning flower that might light my way out of that place. but yes, i won in the end. i rode every flagpole, pulled every turtle from his cloud-top perch and sent up the flag of the mushroom kingdom at every castle. and now i have my own throne from which to watch my princess officiate, our bright, beautiful children play, clouds and coins drift by my window, a hero, sitting still as i can manage, afraid that i will move a bit too far to the right, and it will all disappear. |