I've been thinking about it, and I really don't want anything delivered to my fingertips.
Mailbox is just fine, thank you.
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Yet let no empty gust/Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,/A blast that whirls the dust/Along the howling street and dies away;/
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,/Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
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Good to hear your thoughts!
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