To whom it may concern

Amelia Earhart sprinted past the wooden gazebo where feral water sprites gathered beneath the eaves, itching to drip down upon unsuspecting park-goers and slowly permeate the host consciousness for their own aqueous designs, slowed as she approached the rose garden populated entirely by carnivorous blossoms, and finally came to a gentle stop alongside the reflecting pool where a school of philately trout swam in slow and varicoloured circles.

The mail carrier on duty eyed her suspiciously, one hand resting lightly on the heavy brass franking machine at his belt. Philately trout were expensive and fragile, and as such, heavily protected.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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