California to Port Alba...a letter...

'Dear...
Left at the cupboard
A Bible wrapped in red...
And a star...
And a ribbon blue...

And if you want to know
i am fine...
Only now the time -spatial logs
Keep me busy...
Not often
But not infrequent also...

The distance you measured?
Well...
Last night...
i did a bit...
And it turned out
To be...
Something like ten thousand three hundred eighty nine point eight six...
That in kilometres...
And you can call it
Six thousand four hundred and fifty five point nine five miles...
And if you think in nautical miles
It would be a bit less...
Around five thousand something, i guess...

And now the time...

Today is twentieth here...
Yours is twenty first...
And mine is night fair
And yours is a morn...
Six o clock? i guess so...

But...
As i told you...
Left a Bible wrapped in red
And a star...
(Gabriel's...remember?)
And the blue ribbon...

So...
That is it for now
That's all you needed to know...
That's all i needed to tell...

Here i this damn math end...'

-Francesco Ghirlandaio.

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