Everything Each eye exists embracing exceptional emerald evenings Evolution explains Eden's evil Earth's ecology equates exploitation evaporation Errors ending evergreen elms Escort elephants eagles elks eastward Enlightenment echoes Ezra Ezekiel Enlist Esther Eugene Ethan Edward Ellington Enough English
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When was the last time you mailed a postcard? My mother kept the ones I sent her. My sister mailed them back to me after my mother died. I had forgotten I had written so many small notes to my mother. The price of stamps kept changing. I was always mentioning on the back of cards I was having a good time. I can remember the first time I lied to my mother. It was something small maybe the size of a postcard. I went somewhere I was not supposed to go. I told my mother I was at the library but I was with Judy that afternoon. Her small hand inside my hand. I was beginning to feel something I knew I would never write home about.