(dump the ink pad, just the tags come back to me.)
I get to be very excited and grateful when I open the mailbox and see a bunch of large, kinda-yellow envelopes -
I also begin to panic a little realizing someone has been kind enough to write something about very difficult personal subject matter and send it to me so their experience can be incorporated into the work.
Best not to fuck that up.
It better work.
It better be good.