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ubiquitous
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waiting room
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Eucalyptus cinerea
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grand
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san marzano redorta
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young frida
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in sycamore shade
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back to bart’s
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Pepsis mildei
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stamp with me

Postage stamps are tiny works of art that represent a moment in time and culture. What a pity that they are used so rarely anymore. Even I, inveterate maker and sender of cards and letters, have greatly reduced my use of stamps this year. Instead, a phone call on a birthday has felt sufficient — but is it really? I want to get back to my practice of sending snail mail. I can’t keep using the fire as a mental excuse.









