[BNP/E3, 13A – 32]

Holiness, consider my sin. I thought of my mother, whom I had lost in early childhood, and whom, oh God!, I shall never forget. And I imagined unto myself {…}

They meant all well; yet they might have left the dream to the dreamer, as they would leave to the bird its young. My dream is to me, as the scent is to the flower, as the colour is to the sky, as the noise of the ocean is to the ocean.

[32^v]

Morreu esfalfado.

Tinha grande coragem etc

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