This is from a book on the Good Deed Rain assembly line:
The LAST TELEGRAM
You paid by the word so
you made a few simple sentences look like a poem. It would be sent over the
wire and someone far away would hear a knock on their door. A uniformed
messenger would deliver the telegram. It didn’t seem so miraculous then, those
everyday messages shared the air with the passenger pigeons.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
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