We were in a conversation today about establishing communities when Laura reminded me about ‘Friendship Books‘. A thing of our childhood, before the days of t’internet, the premise was this: a book, made of actual paper, where you wrote a page about yourself. You put your address, your phone number and a little bit about you, then posted or gave it to a friend. They did the same and passed it on. In time, the chains grew longer, and as they did so, you could browse through second, third and fourth degrees of separation. And if you liked the look of someone, you could write to them and make friends.
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