Diary of Gregorio del Pilar

January 4, 1897

Very early in the mornings I go to the springs to watch the river flow. An enchanting sight indeed! And I ask the river the fate of my parents, and of my brothers and sisters whom I left behind, and whose memories I keep. But –the rivulet mute at last– answers me not, with nothing but the murmurs of its wavelets struggling to join the waters below.

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