“It's dangerous by the river.
Girls aren't safe on their own.
And maybe there were right. Still, it felt good to be silent. And it felt good to be alone. And it felt good to be uncontained, the way a bird must feel when it realizes that the thing constraining it was nothing more than an eggshell--delicate and fragile, and just waiting to be cracked open.”
―
Kelly Barnhill,
When Women Were Dragons
