Thursday, 25 August 1881
All night I dreamed of Cassagnac; we were in a fairly large gathering, I do not know where. It was so calm, so enchanting. I knew he was married, but I knew that he loved me too. And I was completely happy. It often happens in my dreams that we love each other in this way and I feel an incomparable happiness — and all this with nothing… earthly, not even kisses. Which must prove that it is true, pure love.# Jeudi 25 août 1881
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