Back when I was a kid living in remote Onivero (outside of Levuka, on the island of Ovalau, Fiji), I would look forward to the mail coming like an anxious teen in the throes of desperate new love. Is it here?! Do I have anything? YES???!!!!
Oh, the stamps! Oh, the glory of opening an envelope, knowing it was filled with something ripe and written for ME. Sometimes my hands would tremble as I took letters out, I'd get that excited.…
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