"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."
Anaïs Nin
Sunday, February 28, 2010
méli-mélo
"a few of my favorite things"...that's what she sang ??? so some of my last previous...etc...little réalisations.... just clic on the picture...
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