When I was younger, I used to have pen pals from all over, and it was a joy to receive letters about every three weeks. The postmarks and stamps were in different languages, and it felt like such a privilege to have a foreign envelope delivered straight to my door with a message that was handwritten and for me only. Not only that, the stationary and stamps and envelopes were as telling about a person and their land as was the letters themselves.
So while this isn't a letter (yet), these photos are for you, Jules.
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