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All memories are moist



"In the old days, when people had secrets they did not want to share, they would climb a mountain. They would find a tree and carve a hole into it and whisper the secret into the hole, then cover it with mud. That way, nobody else would ever discover it."

Can you be my tree?

*image courtesy of this site.

“All memories are moist”