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June 29, 2007
A good daughter. She watched for the day they cleared the pikes and was there to catch the head when it was tossed into the Thames. The daughter of a saint, his principles were her principles but it was love that brought her to there. Brought her to where she could pull her father's head from the stinking river, flesh rotted and picked off by the tower ravens. A famous man, a famous place, who remembers the daughter risking all to cradle him one last time and take him home to the small church that held his family's heart.