Letter 97: When I read the letter where you described your illness, I was alarmed at first.
To Olympius.
When I read the letter where you described your illness, I was alarmed at first. Then I was reassured — after initially terrifying me about a danger you had faced, you ended with the good news of your recovery.
As for the things you asked me to send or bring: everything that is possible will be sent or brought. Which items are possible and which impossible, I need not say — the gift will declare itself.
Live on in health and happiness and acceptance with God, my thrice-dear friend. May we soon be together and rejoice in one another. Do not set out before we meet. But if heaven decides otherwise, at least remember me in spite of our separation. You will meet many better people than Synesius, but you will never find anyone who loves you more.
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