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.
~{Anaïs Nin}~
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. {"woven palms" photograph by sarah nean bruce ~ november 2003}
sarah nean bruce ≈ living in urbia… 