"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





Saturday, October 22, 2011

I must be mad to have so many blogs !!! can't update them all regularly...so better for you to go to my
home-pages to seek for news... I'll leave this one for some time...
See you my friends...take care...and I keep you all in my heart and have a special thought on Tuesdays...
OK???
get news here:
PLUMPIEMOUSIE (English)
or
PAISIBLE ET CIE (French)

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