"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Pixabeille made lots of buttons for her friends of the forum ! and imagined a silly story about it !!! such great fun !!!