At the height of the storm on Monday, a lone figure came walking down my street, head bent, body leaning into the wind, and apparently soaked to the skin. It was the mail carrier.
My mail was delivered dry and on schedule.
letters | the storm
letters | the storm
At the height of the storm on Monday, a lone figure came walking down my street, head bent, body leaning into the wind, and apparently soaked to the skin. It was the mail carrier.
My mail was delivered dry and on schedule.
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Hear, hear!