The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter

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The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter

It had been a long day at the office and a long ride back to the small apartment where I
lived. When I got there I flicked on the light and saw on the table an envelope with
my name on it. Where was the clock? Where was the calendar? The handwriting was
my father’s, but he had been dead for forty years. As one might, I began to think that
maybe, just maybe, he was alive, living a secret life somewhere nearby. How else to
explain the envelope? To steady myself, I sat down, opened it, and pulled out the
letter. “Dear Son,” was the way it began. “Dear Son” and then nothing. 
Mark Strand


BAP 2012



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