It seems we need someone to know us as we are–with all we have done–and forgive us. We need to tell. We need to be whole in someone’s sight: Know this about me, and yet love me. Please. …for…others it seems there must be a person to redeem us to ourselves. It isn’t enough, apparently, to know oneself. To forgive oneself in secret.

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