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like me can find a way to float across the border and into Mexico. 

Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget 

I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it 

is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose 

conclusion is uncertain. 

I hope Andy is down there. 

I hope I can make it across the border. 

I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. 

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. 

I hope.