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You are a vespertine child. This I know, she said. You were born with star dust on your skin and a coyote’s howl in your throat. You put on your best dress to go dancing with the shadows.

狼の血
"It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime."
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  Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)

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