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The mail: pure magic

‘I love you.’

I got up and walked to the post office.

One moment I hesitated. Then, a leap of faith: I dropped the letter in the mail container. It disappeared.

I believe that it will reappear. In a city, 2500km from here. In the mailbox of an apartment.

She will find it. She will open it. She will read my words.

Pure magic.

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