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A postcard from
overseas arrived in the mail this morning. It had the picture of a mountain. The
stamp was smudged and torn on the edges. The mountain was just a mountain, no
location disclosed. It was addressed to me, but it had no address on it, only
the country and the town. I live in a large town, so it was surprising that it actually
found its way into my hands. It said “I’m coming home”, no signature. I knew he had written it, my brother. At the
back, the date was from six months ago… I miss him.
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