A little house sits on a pole near the street. The house's purpose is to protect precious words from the elements. A word protector. This job is easily watered down and taken for granted, but words are powerful things and deserve protection. It bears its small red flag with pride, notifying the mail carrier of its valuable contents. Numbers are written across its door and letters that make up a family name are also to be found.
Mailboxes are hopeful things. Much of the time they bring disappointment in the abundance of bills and advertisements, but every once in a while they bring treasures from far off places: letters from loved ones, post cards from across the world, and best of all: little packages.
Over and out,
~Emily
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