"And then the day came,when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom. "
Text: Anais Nin
Photo: Nobuyoshi Araki
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Art and Sex and Literature.
"And then the day came,

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
Text: The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams
Photo: Chris Heads

