The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
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The more we practice mindfulness, the more alert we become to the cost of keeping secrets.

— Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
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