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Sunday, July 14, 2013

mail is not dead

The other day we were walking by a post office in Berkeley that's going to be closed, and Ming's son J said mail is dead.  "Noooo!" Ming said.  As you may know, mail is my life.  Or much of it.

Ming is helping a friend with her garden, and I think I'll start binding gardening is for eaters after an early morning of doing mail.


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