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October 6, 1833
Our love will bloom always fairer, fresher, more gracious, because it is
a true love, and because genuine love is ever increasing.
It is a beautiful plant growing from year to year in the heart, ever
extending its palms and branches, doubling every season its glorious
clusters and perfumes; and, my dear life, tell me, repeat to me always,
that nothing will bruise its bark or its delicate leaves, that it will
grow larger in both our hearts, loved, free, watched over, like a life
within our life...
Honore de Balzac, French writer, to Madame Evelina Hanska, Polish
countess.
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