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Are You There Medium Help Desk? It’s Me, Amy Sea
Dear Medium Help Desk,
I’m not sure where to send this letter. It’s like writing to Santa.
Though I never believed in Santa, I always believed in the North Pole and Santa’s mailbox. As a non-believer, I continued to write Santa letters because even if there were no Santa, there was something.
There was a rift in the universe. The mailperson shoved our Santa letters through the rift cracks into a parallel world inhabited by Santa — who read them because, good lord, who doesn’t like a letter?
I love letters. I’ve got one from my best friend who lives in Toronto. It is sitting atop my great grandma’s quilt trunk in the living room. Whew. That was a mouthful.
Though I’ve had her letter for a week, I haven’t read it yet. She wrote it on her Remington typewriter. I only clarify typewriter because some people hear Remington and think gun. To write a letter with a gun would be masterful, but unnecessarily violent.
I am waiting for the perfect time to savor my friend's inked words. I’ll know when it happens. I always do.
