When I am unhappy, dear Mary, I read your letters. When the mist overwhelms the ‘I’ in me, I take two or three letters out of the little box and reread them. They remind me of my true self. They make me overlook all that is not high and beautiful in life. Each and every one of us, dear Mary, must have a resting place somewhere. The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.
The almost unbearably beautiful love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell.
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