Remember when part of the fun of having a pen pal
was the giddy, itchy anticipation of waiting for their reply?
The interminable frustration of having to wait,
like waiting for Christmas, or you birthday.
Would an envelope be in today’s mail?
Or today’s? Or today’s?
Then — oh joy! — the feel of the smooth paper in your hands.
Sensing their spirit in the shape of their letters, the choice of stamp.
The sound of tearing open the flap.
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