Where No Mail Gets Delivered

I have a friend who tends to voyage into her own little world every now and again, but it’s okay because, as she explains, the people know her there.

Although I’ve never met her friends, she says that they are very nice.

Before she departs, I usually tell her to have fun and ask her to send me a postcard.

I never receive one. I don’t think the postal service knows her zip code.

Our little exchange, while made in jest, always reminds me to find some time to get lost in thought.

While I can’t really attest to the people or disclose the address, I can state with certainty that the best ideas live there.

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