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RE: Art Explained by a Writer: The Granddaughter (1885)
Little girls do grow up... what once was sweet and drilled around decided to sail a different course. Who knows that bite was awesome and it took the fear to be swallowed away?
Jeje. Nadie puede asegurar el rumbo que ha de tomar una persona, a partir de sus vivencias infantiles. Siempre he dicho que la infancia es la tierra, en la que se siembra lo bueno y lo malo; y nunca podremos saber qué se va a cosechar, a ciencia cierta.