Note No. 30. Seeing Angels and Writing Letters to Poets
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28th July 1819
I closed my eyes and… Light. I saw an angel. I
saw snow of the dress and face, I saw huge wings, and how he held his hand
under me. He was praying.
My angel! Thank you for watching over me. Thank
you for your prayer and the blessing of your presence. I feel I am loved, and God
is with me, He is by my side.
Was it a dream? Was it a reality? Are you a ghost?
Are you a ghoul? No… I see no blood on face… Too bright. Alabaster of holiness.
Besides, I must write a letter to my dear neighbour.
No, not an actress, this time I am talking about a poet. I will write her what
I created yesterday and ask for an opinion.
The relative calm at the court. Everybody busy
reading books from our little library, or walks, or playing with Mary. Idyll by
now. And we go further.
I must go to write a letter. Until tomorrow!
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