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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