Growing up is not being so dead set on making everybody happy. Reba McEntire

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ANAIS NIN

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.

FOTO –  CAKE IN URUNGA

But calm, white calm, was born into a swan. Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Swans sing before they die 

t’were no bad thing did certain persons die before they sing.  

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor

There are golden hearts in gutters, though their owners lack the fat. Henry Lawson.

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the last time i sat in a gutter
it was outside a party
i was talking with a friend
who gripped a bottle of stone’s green ginger wine
and the stars were blurred and scruffy

Jen Jewel Brown

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FOTO – URALLA NSW 2008