Each month, I buy a book of twenty stamps. I create twenty post cards. I write twenty short stories about them. I send them to twenty strangers. This is the twenty stamps project.

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Monday, November 12, 2012

No Roof


He swore he would have a nice brick house by the time he was thirty. Also, he swore he would live his life debt free. When he turned twenty-nine, he realized he didn't have enough for a full house, but did not want to break either promise to himself. Instead, he built a lovely brick home with no roof. After all, a home missing a wall would easily allow in thieves, vagrants, and wild animals. No roof just let in a few birds and the elements. After planting a few trees and setting up some tarps, the rain was mostly settled, many home improvement stores stocked outdoor furniture, and he had convinced himself the birds added a touch of whimsy to his world.

- Originally mailed to K. Ballard of Owensborough, Kentucky

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