The mail man knocked on my door this morning. I signed for an international package from Thailand. He seemed sort of surprised, perhaps her envisioned Michelle as an older woman, grey hair, dignified, showing some reason of VIP airmail across her features. I signed for the six inch square kraft mailer and went inside. An elephant and her babies in black line art graced the corner of the Thailand Post stamp.

Pealing back the flap, a small newspaper packet wrapped in white tape and unknown symbols fell out into my hand. More peculiarly, the scent of Ralph Loren Romance for Men filled the room. My seeds were sprayed as though they were a love note, shipped across the miles. The newsprint told a story in images of masked protesters screaming at armed guards.

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