A Tiny Letter
The bridge
The long road is open again. The bridge below the mill is not, so anything going east goes round by the orchard and is a day behind. I am sorry. I am walking as fast as I sensibly can.
I am behind with my sorting, too. There are letters on my desk that have waited so patiently I am ashamed to look at them.
Nothing is lost here, in any case. A letter that is late is only a letter still walking.
— Vasyl, postman of TaleWorld
A Tiny Letter at the counter
The counter on
Etsy
Where this set is bought.