Chris Gomez

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Juana Ines De La Cruz was born November 12, 1621 in San Miguel Nepantla, Tepetlixpa, Mexico. She was a nun. She defended women's rights in Mexico. She died in Mexico City, Mexico, on April 17, 1695 at the age of 75.


   

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