Abigail and John wrote constantly to each other. I wonder if they talked like this to each
other, also? Here is one of my favorite
romantic excerpts from one of John’s letters:
I want to take a walk with you in the garden—to go over to
the common, the plain, the meadow. I
want to take Charles in one hand and tom in the other, and walk with you, Nabby
on your right hand and John on my left, to view the corn fields, the orchards.
. .
Alas, poor imagination!
How faintly and imperfectly do you supply the want of [the] original and
reality!
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