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Send Us Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Hungry, Your Mail Art

About a month ago, I went to my home mailbox to retrieve, well, my mail and lamented that all I ever receive via snail mail is bills, solicitations for donations, wedding invitations and junk mail. More interesting or personal mail never comes through snail mail anymore — courier, sometimes, email, often, but never the US Postal Service. But seeing that is 2011, I didn’t keep this observation to myself and broadcast it via tweet in an effort to find a comraderie with others whose life was just as junk mail filled as mine but instead of finding people to commiserate with about the state of mail I found something else.