Post Office Bay

In Post Office Bay, the winds circle and never land. The sea brings sand to shore, and takes it away again.

You asked me to tell you the origin of faith: Once, ships lay anchor in this sheltered cove, and sailors brought letters to a barrel placed past the mark of highest tide. There they left their letters and picked up others whose destinations matched their own, knowing each had been left by a man with a message, hoping another man would take their letters home in a month, or a year.

About the author

Jenny Williams originally hails from California, and her travels have taken her across Africa, Asia, and Central America. She currently lives in Marburg, Germany…

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Issue 17 · March 2013

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