Maybe she couldn't go. Maybe she wanted him to stay. But she knew enough not to try to hold him back if he had to go. It was no different than making friends with a wild creature. You could catch them and tie them up and make them stay with you, but their heart would never be yours. Their wild heart, the thing you loved about them…it would wither and die. So why would you want to do such a thing?
( Charles de Lint )
[ Somewhere in My Mind There Is ]
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