There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.Anaïs Nin
Sunday, December 12, 2004
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."
Posted by Vera at 4:56 PM
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