From "Travelling Mercies", Anne Lamott, p 181.
Well, I put down my wine glass after I read that sentence, or maybe it was the wine that made me read it three times.
What would be considered a secret, something you know about yourself that you've never revealed or something that you've told a trusted few?
Would something you consider a 'secret' be one to me? Is a secret the worst thing you've done in your whole life or could it be a nasty thought you had two days ago?
Do you trust yourself to be honest about yourself?
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