This mailbox contained letters from home, pictures, postcards, news. And sometimes free samples and stuff we ordered. And of course the telephone bill and the electric bill. And every time I opened it up, I had a sense of anticipation, a wee bit of hope, wonder. Even if most days there were no surprises, I loved that feeling.
Email and courier deliveries just aren’t the same. It’s not that I want to go back. Not really. It’s just that they have no soul… And this old box – it’s got soul to spare…
Titirangi Storyteller 
Oh, I really love this. Might have to find a way to use in a post.
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