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long
tale
Dear Frederick,
How are you ? I have been longing for you for quite some time now. The arena has lifted off, and as I write these lines down the turnament has just seen its send-off. Long have we awaited this moment. It feels strange remembering us, 40 or so odd years ago, still young and inhabited by the freshness and energy of the age, theorizing about this whole ordeal that would occupy the blunt part of our lives until today.
However, such reminiscenses are not without tears. We are now forever separated, with no hope of reunion. I knew this realisation would happen. One of us would have to go on the ship, doomed to sink. I have chosen that fate and do not deny nor resent that choice.
And so, I ask you, whom I may never see again : how are you ? How is the garden, in this new season of summer, how is the wisteria that coils and binds the walls of our house, how are the tulips fragrant and blazing that stand upright at its feet ? I ask that you observe, and appreciate all of this, our home that we ourselves built, and that we ourselves tended.
With the vegetables from the garden, may you cook numerous and plentiful delicious meals in my absence. May you love them as I loved them in my stead, and may this love transcend the space between us.
On my part, everything has been fine. I will spare you with the results of the first match. Never have we cared about them, and so I will not waste ink on such insignificant talking points.
I will write you frequent letters, but my time and ink are limited.
With love, William.