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things have finally settled down.
the boxes have been tossed out -
all of the books carefully placed on
hand made shelves - the clothes
hung - the kittens have settled in.
everything feels right again, that is,
everything except our empty mail
box. that poor brick box has yet to
have been noticed by so much as
a lousy piece of junk mail, so evey
on break out your best ball point pen
and a scrap of paper and christen my
send love to:
laura white
4111 speedway #4
austin, tex., 78751