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  • Postal Service
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    ❝ And from here, they can't see me stare. I watch the patchwork farms slowly fade into the ocean's arms. Calm down, release your cares. ❞ I sit by the tiny mail slot at the door with my cat, Jasper. It's become a sort of routine now. The first letter was twelve years ago, I was thirteen and the letter was probably ad...