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This is what happens when you send cards to poets...

If you've been following my blog, you probably know about Tyler Knott Gregson, a poet whose poems tend to draw you in. I've written about Knott a couple of times here, and my sister even met the guy.  
So it was quite a pleasant surprise when I came across this on Tyler's instagram feed... I was like, wow! I had sent him a card for Christmas, and this is how I know he received it. Even the envelope has been put to good use by this typewriter poet. 

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