We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow some-times in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in onerealm, 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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