I'm looking through a stack of greeting cards I've accumulated over the years to send to my friend elin, who's living in France for the year. I come upon a set of cards with a photograph of a Shaker meeting house in Maine. I originally found them in the old radio station at UNC when they were shutting it down, and Keith said it would be okay for me to take them. None of the cards in my stack seem right for elin, until I come across this one, so I send it.
I hear back from elin a few days later. Not only does she know about that Shaker meeting house, but she's been there. It was 45 minutes away from the town where she grew up.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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