Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh 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 Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859
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Oh...the loss of that comfort !!! And the horror it can perpetrate. Sigh.
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Friendship is the water to a flower and the heart to a soldier.
Brooke
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