Tuesday, 15 November 2011
The blessing it is to havd a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject;with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thought come out simply and safely.Oh the comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person-having niether to weigh thoughts nor measure words,but pouring them all right out just as the 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.
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