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Today I went to the mailbox, and found a letter --a real letter!-- addressed to me. Where there should have been a stamp, it read "Postage Included from New Zealand". I flipped it over with immense glee --there are only two people from EnZed who would be sending me letters, and both of them are wonderful and exciting.
When I slit open the envelope, I was surprised to find it didn't contain a letter --just a small piece of paper and a thing. I pulled the thing out --it was made of ribbon and fabric and gears.
This is thefifthsixth1 time someone gave me a flower that will not die. I look so pleased because sometimes the world is sweet enough to give me exactly what I need, exactly when I need it.
Thanks, Rackle. <3
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Oh of course, and see, number five is sitting here on my desk and everything. I shall have to make another post for that someday. Or perhaps not, it is such a lovely flower, and from such a wonderful boy. Some things I just want to keep all to myself.
Today I went to the mailbox, and found a letter --a real letter!-- addressed to me. Where there should have been a stamp, it read "Postage Included from New Zealand". I flipped it over with immense glee --there are only two people from EnZed who would be sending me letters, and both of them are wonderful and exciting.
When I slit open the envelope, I was surprised to find it didn't contain a letter --just a small piece of paper and a thing. I pulled the thing out --it was made of ribbon and fabric and gears.
This is the
Thanks, Rackle. <3
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Oh of course, and see, number five is sitting here on my desk and everything. I shall have to make another post for that someday. Or perhaps not, it is such a lovely flower, and from such a wonderful boy. Some things I just want to keep all to myself.