My Love,

Each day men visit me and try to convince me you are dead.  They want me as their wife.

But I am your wife, always.  I weave to keep myself tied true to you.  I will wait as long as I can, but journey home to me quickly.  Let nothing stand in your way.  Telemachus will soon be a man, and these suitors become more aggressive by the day.

                        Your dearest,

Penelope

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