“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” – Benjamin Franklin
What compels us to hold within those bundles of joy, of embarrassment, of darkness, and only share them with a select few, if anyone?
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“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” – Benjamin Franklin
What compels us to hold within those bundles of joy, of embarrassment, of darkness, and only share them with a select few, if anyone?
