There are small, plastic, Tupperware-like boxes among us called letterboxes. They are hidden under rocks and within the bark of trees. They intend us no harm, but only the very innocent, childlike joy of finding them. What's there not to love about these obscure, discreet, and non-commercial expressions of the mystery, wonder, and adventure of life? (Kate pointing to the letterbox).
Friday, June 18, 2010
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