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I gripped my finished postcard tight with both blue hands and marched straight toward the dark blue mail drop bolted beside the boardwalk railing. Real tourists know messages don't send themselves! I hopped up onto the lower wooden rail, digging my blue toes into the beam for balance. Reaching high, I pushed against the heavy metal drop flap until the hinge creaked open. The interior smelled like crisp envelopes and adventure. I aimed the glossy edge forward, gave the dolphin stamp one final salute, and shoved the card right through the brass slot. Clunk! It tumbled into the box with a hollow rattle. My vacation report is officially on its way!