
"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
Anaïs Nin
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
news from "le pays des mille lunes"

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Ahhh how romantic! Dilly will love to hear about this!
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