“I not only have my secrets, I am my secrets. And you are yours. Our secrets are human secrets, and our trusting each other enough to share them with each other has much to do with the secret of what it means to be human.”

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Frederick Buechner 67
Poet, novelist, short story writer, theologian 1926

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