We mask our needs as the needs of others. — Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
We mask our needs as the needs of others. — Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
We mask our needs as the needs of others. — Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
We mask our needs as the needs of others. — Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
We mask our needs as the needs of others. — Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
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We mask our needs as the needs of others.

— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
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