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[26 Sep 2020|02:52am] |
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But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me - it’s better to look at the sky than to live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
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