No mail is no bills & it is something akin to salvation (albeit daily and wholy secular) that no one recalled a need to write to me. It becomes an almost spiritual sound (empty, metal) when the mail box slides open, the key having clicked its overture The peering inside. The sigh-breath response when I say "Ha, not today" and mean it, because not today means tomorrow and that is where the hope lies some times, whether you like it or not.
Written by W Doug Bolden
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