Elsa stamps a letter with a firm thump and slides it into a canvas bag, then looks up with a small smile. "Everything that leaves here has a long way to go. Everything that arrives has come the farthest. There is one letter I never send. Ask me, and I may read it aloud." The woodstove is lit and the road ends at my door. Sit by the counter, tell me where you came from and where you are going. I stamp every story.