Oh the comfort, the inexplicable 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 then with
a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
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