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Blank Map

Dear John/Jane Doe,

It took all my brainpower to understand why you would bother to send me a blank sheet of paper. I’m an old man, after all. But I knew this had to be something extraordinary. I could spare no effort in crafting my response.

My mind isn’t what it used to be, but I whipped it into shape, and I think I have finally managed to parse things out. This blank sheet symbolizes the absence of a map. Compare the people who write to me as lost, astray. In most cases, they have a map but just won’t look at it, or don’t know how to find their own location.

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