The peach-colored slip from the US Postal Service told me a registered package was waiting for me. Yesterday, I picked it up, an international package from a woman I've never met named Nilufer Turk. She lives in Ankara, Turkey, right now the site of violence and heartache. I opened the package and this is what was inside; a muslin bag wrapped in twine with a felt heart and a label that said: "Wild Poppy Fields" with this blog address.
Then, I unwrapped the bag and this is what I discovered.
