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Life Gazing



Who is a grown-up? When do we become one? Or maybe two? How many versions are there ?

I grow up, and I grow down. I sometimes grow into a new perspective, so to a slant. Sometimes growing is sooo slow I feel I haven’t grown at all.

When I grow up I want to be ME. The ME we come with and become when we meet other mes. Each one a thread of mes.

If ever? When this ever will come round I hope my  me will be finished as I will be.

Threads of life.
We are made of connections.
Finish.

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