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Messenger In a Bottle
Messenger In a Bottle The islanders had a simple messaging system: they just put a messenger in a bottle and threw it in the water. The twist was that it was the message that mattered most, and the recipient could be anyone. Crazy, I know. But Polynesia worked just fine like that for centuries. Sure, it required a tiny bit of magic. And some wandering about on the messenger’s part, turning back a few times, retracing their currents. But, in the end, they always found their correct recipient. The postal service was proud of that. Oceania received her message. It simply said: Hug her. As messages went, it wasn’t the weirdest, vaguest nor the shortest. She still could remember message #453.112 that simply said, “Okay.” By Maui, that one nearly killed her. She took forever to find the re
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