3 July 1865.
Sta. Cruz.
Dawn at the peak of the mountain
Creation resonates in the spirit of Francisco. He narrates to us as a witness of being in love, making him a poet: From the depths of the sea my soul arose, more beautiful, more lovely, more brilliant than the sun…as I looked at her she so caught all my attention that I could see nothing but her face. I always see you anew, and the more I look at you the more beautiful I find you.
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