woensdag 27 juli 2016

"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 the future mingle and pull us backward,
forward or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Anaïs Nin

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