A couple miles of beach walk from Sunset Beach will lead you here. Originally this mailbox was on an island, Bird Island. It is no longer an island since the inlet filled in. I am told, in order to reach the island and mailbox when the inlet existed, you had to plan to walk there during low tide. The water was just deep enough, and the out current strong enough, to prevent access during other times. Now you can barely tell where the inlet was.
Back when it was a chore to get here, the mailbox really was for kindred spirits. Poems were left in the box. Interesting stuff was there, I am told. Today it is chock full of notebooks filled with messages. Some ask Santa for gifts. Some ask for help with the car payments. Dear Kindred Spirit, give me the strength to find a job. Ok, there is some good stuff but who wants to wade through notesbooks of drivel to find it.
So popular is the Kindred Spirit mailbox, another impostor mailbox has sprung up nearby. It doesn't have the same cachet.
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