Sand again, beautifully, in the same letter: "A few engravings after Raphael, a mat of Spanish jute to stretch out on, some good pipefuls, the clever little cat Trozzi, flowers, some well-chosen books, and above all, poetry (oh, language of the gods that I also understand but cannot speak!), isn't that enough for an artist's loft? ... Haven't we known beautiful days? Haven't we been the dutiful children of a God who blesses simple souls?"

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