Monday, October 11, 2010

For Alana

The Gesture of Love
by George Eliot

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to 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, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

study of a Jean Baptiste-Camille Corot landscape


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