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Stories filed under Postcard

postcard, Friends, Love

Love, with a stamp.

by Ricardo Magalhães

Reykjavík — “What on earth are you doing? Why are you mailing them so slowly? It’s cold, get on with it!” — I said to her, barely feeling my fingers. It was our last night in Iceland, and being in Reykjavik meant...

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