Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a 
person; having neither to 
 
weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as 
they are, chaff and 
 
grain together, knowing 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.

George Eliot 





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