A few months ago I came home to find a note taped to my door. It was a simple "thank you" note from my neighbor. Now when I come home, approaching the white mailbox and red steps that lead to my green door, I think "maybe there will be another note taped up for me to find or unstamped letter in my mailbox" (indicating that it was hand delivered). This hasn't happened of course.
But...
Yesterday, the wind left a bouquet of branches at my door.
*photo taken Oct 2008/cereste, france Alpes-de-Haute-Provence
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