"Oh, the comfort-the inexpressible 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: knowing that a faithfull hand will take and sift them-keep what is worth keeping-and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. "
-Often attributed to George Eliot or Dinah Mulock Craik
In Ireland with one of my dearest friends
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