Conversations With Myself
After winter, spring always come. Like a tree. Push push push. Just laugh. Where'd that energy come from?: through the feet, up the spine....shoooosh...spring reigns....
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"There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.... When I was working on the diary I became aware of a wonderful image: relationships were very much like stellar constellations-- ...The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself." Volume Two (1934-1939) The Diary of Anais Nin
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