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Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
whenever I locked eyes with an animal I felt something more soulful than I ever felt from the humans I knew,
“Life is life no matter who or what is living it, boy—a thing to respect,”
“Home’s not the place you’re from, Woody. Home’s the place you want to be.”
The land you grow up in is a forever thing, remembered when all else is forgotten, whether it did you right or did you wrong.
Black Sunday. In April of ’35,

