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Author's note: this letter is from a movie called 'Fiorile'. It's going to be the basis of a new series that I am planning that will be quite different to my 'No Sooner Looked Than Loved' series.
Elisabetta, I'm taking advantage of the light from the sunset. Perhaps later in the dark of night you may hear me shout or weep. I hope not, but I don't understand death. I met you only a short while ago, but I loved you from the start. It sometimes happens as it did with us. I wanted to talk to you about my love for freedom which brought me here, to your Tuscany. I wanted to tell you about my desire to act in a new world, where all will change: laws that seemed eternal will dissolve, landowners property will be shared out, ties will be made between new friends, between new lovers like us. Today is the seventh day of the month of Fiorile. That is the name my revolution gave to the month of spring. I embrace you. Jean.
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