A rose by any other name ...Kim Klassen Texture: Layers
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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.
~Anais Nin~
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