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November 12, 2020


Mary K. Wakeman

Oh Vivian, while you were flagellating yourself for not speaking up, I was protesting, "but you were the person whose opinion I trusted in matters of right and wrong!"

(In my "autobiography," I also dwell on how the need to conform to the customs of the time/place, misled me from my authentic self.) Youth is hard!

I do admire your eloquence!

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