"The time comes when he must go. . . There are no tears and no touch. They are careful, as he goes, not to weight his pack with their sorrow."
We all have to leave home sometime, whether it's just down the street from the house we grew up in, or clear across the ocean to another country. I know that I don't plan on staying here forever, but that doesn't stop me from occasionally finding myself mired in nostalgia. Don't mind me; it's been a long week. Natsukashii ne?
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