You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. A house to the left with a mailbox and a boarded up front door. Facing the door is the silhouette of a person. You open the mailbox to find a letter addressed to you, but the date on the postage is from 100 years in the future.

Mailbox

Please place your messages here

The Holy Checksum; Its hash describes us all

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When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

~Hildegard von Bingen

I added something :) ~ubergeek