Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having never to weigh thoughts or measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take them and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
Dinah Craik
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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