A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hand — George Eliot
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

— George Eliot
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