Letter 153: A letter arrives from you once a year, as though the seasons themselves deliver it.
To Pylaemenes.
A letter arrives from you once a year, as though the seasons themselves deliver it. And this fruit is perhaps sweeter to me than anything the circling months and the farmers bring forth. But once a year is not enough. Write more often. If you knew how much your letters mean to a man stranded in Libya with no philosophical companionship, you would write every day.
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