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We breathe love as we breathe air we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
Guy de Maupassant
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Guy de Maupassant
Age: 42 †
Born: 1850
Born: August 5
Died: 1893
Died: July 6
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