My friend Betsy is visiting.
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of
feeling safe with a person,
feeling safe with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words,
but pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together;
knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.”
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