We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
What the chain says
- Block
- 670 477
- Time
- 2021-01-18T03:05:24Z
- Signer
- 1JzFnSucSEiwiWeAA7GqqiwLL4MeKqNT2B
- App
- twetch
- Type
- post
- Content type
- text/plain
- Name in tx
- twetch#8829
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Signed by
1JzFnSucSEiwiWeAA7GqqiwLL4MeKqNT2B Verified