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FOR MABELBread for Tomorrow
An easy drift above the morning rooftops.
Read the letter
Dear tomorrow, I saved you the end of the loaf. I do not know what kind of day you will be, but there will be something warm when you arrive. — Mabel
A small paper plane. A wide, forgiving sky.
Deliver them in order. Revisit any delivered route for free.
An easy drift above the morning rooftops.
Dear tomorrow, I saved you the end of the loaf. I do not know what kind of day you will be, but there will be something warm when you arrive. — Mabel
Turn through the crosswinds with an important invitation.
Dear Gus, the picnic is on Sunday. You are invited as a guest, not a suspect. Please bring yourself. We have already counted the sandwiches. — The town
One last winding route through the evening sky.
To whoever needs this: you do not have to arrive with a good story. You can arrive tired. The lamp is on because someone might need it, and tonight that someone can be you.