As I look out of the window in the natural course of out long journey, I come to a startling realization: that the world is populated not only by dog-people, but by all kinds of people, by cow-people and wolf-people, armadillo-people and cat-people, toad people and nomads, and small-town librarians; and I can see them all out there being themselves, with no one in the world to tell them to be someone else instead.
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