Today is a Holiday; there are no wars on Holidays.

Click and paste, like a child with the sticky glue, I smear the glue to the backs of these pictures and press them to the screen.
The doorbell rings and our mail woman stands there with the mail. She says good morning and hands me the mail. Flowers cover the corner of a large manila envelope. The postmark is from Jodi in North Carolina. I spend the rest of the day with this sticky glue of electrons.
I am sitting in a corner, looking into a tan box of tubes and wires, beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep. The sound travels swiftly behind the box and the speaker says "You've Got Mail".  How strange?
In a thousand years a statue of Buddha will be sitting before a computer in a Mental State of Bliss. How strange? Not much stranger than Mose's tablets of good rules that people refuse to heed. They stand in Europe, Africa and Asia and throw darts at each other as they bow and lay prone to worship.
So I sit 'n paste messages 'n photos of good will, hoping someone will understand.
I hope someone will understand.
Today is a Holiday; there are no wars on Holidays.
 badaba
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