"The cities of the interior are vast and do not lie on any map."
I am making coffee. It is cool outside and I should run. I used to have a map on my palms and I would slap anyone who came by. I have a friend now who does this. She slaps and says and slaps and says. It is never anything good to hear.
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I love maps. Which reminds me I should send you a letter on some new notecards I bought. You would appreciate them. I must think of something to write.
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