oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts,
nor measure words, but pouring them
all right out, just as they are,
chaff and grain together,
certain that a faithful hand will take
and sift them
keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
[george eliot]
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