
Unsent Letters
A finder's fee of 3 coins each — the Window sends every one home.
Sealed with a thumb of orange wax, and the address worn to nothing. Somebody wrote a whole heart down and never sent it.
The Window's people are patient with these. Unsent is not unsendable — a name inside, a habit of phrase, an old joke: it usually finds its door.
—Unsent Letters in your Satchel