A sunlit sorting hall above a sea of clouds. A postal balloon waits at its mooring; brass chimes turn in the western wind. Inside, three undelivered letters wait for addresses that no longer exist. Walk, look, read, or stay on the terrace. Nothing needs to be completed.

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The Sunday Conservatory
A sunlit pavilion by the sea. Slow fans turn above citrus trees and empty chairs; open doors lead to lavender beds, a fountain, and benches facing the water. Sit awhile. Listen to the sea and the warm, scattered notes. The afternoon has no further appointments.
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