Friday, April 22, 2011

112. MINE ...

Mine was, from childhood, growth in an atmosphere of music
and books and artists, always constructing, creating, writing,
drawing, inventing plays, acting in them, writing a diary,
living in created dreams as inside a cocoon, dreams born of
reading, always reading, growing, disciplining myself to learn,
to study, skirting abysses and dangers with incredible innocence,
the body always sensitive but in flight from ugliness.

{Anaïs Nin, Diary Vol One 1931-34}

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