What is it that makes me want to touch that wild thing, to befriend it, somehow? I zoom my lens onto the branch of the tree hoping to get a good shot, composed and focused, as if I could capture something, establish dominion in a world with wings.

I woke up some years ago, feeling a wild thing inside of me, wanting her to come forth. But I wonder, if I get too close to her, if I tame her and coax her to come out and put on a funny, feathered hat, would I really know who she is? Or do I need to let her be, and not try to make her into something I can pet?

 

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