The postage stamps of August time were of seabirds and beaches that swept into the bluest of horizons. Lily thought of them as tiny works of art and imagined that each one was painted by a fairy who loved art so much they made thousands of these tiny pictures.
The postage stamp was not neatly in the top right-hand corner of the envelope, yet creatively positioned as if its landing place was an act of random joy. Eli could only suppose that it was Inka's first attempt at sending her own letter and he found himself smiling as he opened it.
Under the waves of a post-office stamp is the scene of a blissful meadow, the wildflowers greeting the sun and the sun warming them under gentle rays. Lara runs her finger over its ruffled edges, finally, it has arrived.
Upon a red that has a subtle hue of orange, a colour as bright as any winter berry, is the head of a confident queen. In the corner it shows that it came first class, and the sight of that postage stamp brings a flutter to Mary's heart.
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