I dropped the letter in the post box.  I wrote this letter to my old friend whom I had not met in many years. The post box swallowed my letter and sitting there with its ever innocent look. This post box (or red box) sometimes makes me think how come it can be calm and innocent all the time while the letters it swallows carry numerous emotions. It indeed swallows all the emotions only to transfer these emotions to someone somewhere far away from its place. Each letter it swallows is packed with......

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