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,
Keeping what is worth keeping and then, with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
*George Eliot*
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