Eight letters from a town that isn’t on the map.

Somewhere on the eastern coast of Sicily — not on any map you are likely to own — there is a small town called Marisòla. Across the summer, its resident essayist Osalio Verbino sent us eight letters: on memory, on objects, on the slow business of Mediterranean life.

The series is complete now. The letters remain — to be read in no particular hurry, the way they were written.

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