If I have my pessimistic days, then I paint out of me as the last item of correspondence is worth having a "real" not even a postage stamp in the message behind the last radio station. The letter will go unnoticed by the wife of the Postmaster General (ah, if it were still the least) thrown in, send, receive, open, and eventually discarded. That's it!
How nice it there to have received such a franking above at least once on the stamp was still a handwritten statement given.
philatelists are probably totally humorless Contemporaries, otherwise they would have long recognized the potential of a beautiful stamp history and the fraction of the brand is as old as the hills delicious that they make no more processing for the Internet can.
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