“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe
with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring
them all 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 a
breath of kindness blow the rest away.” – George Eliot
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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