Fiction | December 06, 2011

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Mexico City. 23 September, 1985

Dear David,

Knowing that a letter from me has slightly more chance of reaching you across the world than one sent to me here (my local post office is a heap of stone), I’m preempting your question and (I trust) your concern by making the following announcement: I AM ALIVE.

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