Oh, the comfort—the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person—having neither to weight thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right 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 the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.                                                        (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, 1826—1887)


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