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From: Hotel Marriott Stay <hotelrv@zinbus.com>
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Subject: Your thank you gift from Marriott for your last stay
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I was walking through the park yesterday, the one with the big oak trees near the old fountain. The leaves are just starting to turn, you know, that hint of gold at the edges. It reminds me of a book I read once, where the protagonist would collect leaves and press them between the pages of a heavy dictionary. I never had the patience for that. My sister, though, she was the artistic one. She would make these intricate collages with them, framing them in simple wooden frames she found at a thrift store. We'd spend hours on the floor of her room, surrounded by paper and glue, listening to the radio. The DJ had a voice that sounded like he'd been up all night, a gravelly warmth that made even the weather report sound interesting. He'd play these long, meandering songs from bands I'd never heard of, and we'd try to guess the lyrics. We were almost always wrong, which made it funnier. The light in her room was always perfect in the afternoon, a soft yellow that made everything look like it was in an old photograph. She moved to the coast a few years ago. She sends me pictures of seashells now instead of leaves. The patterns are different, more spiraled and smooth, but she arranges them with the same careful attention. I keep one on my desk, a small white spiral next to a potted succulent. It's funny how objects can hold a whole afternoon inside them. You just have to look at them the right way, and the memory unfolds, complete with the smell of glue and the sound of a crackling radio signal. I should call her this weekend. Maybe we can guess the lyrics to a new song over the phone. It probably won't be the same, but that's okay. Some things are meant to change, like the leaves on the trees.
MARRIOT
A Note of Appreciation for Your Recent Stay
We are pleased to provide you with a two-piece luxury cooling pillow set. This is open to you because you stayed at a Marriot Hotel or a partner hotel within the past twelve months. You will not be billed for the pillows.
Program Details: To have the pillow set shipped to you, please complete a brief questionnaire. Afterward, you may also claim a two-night stay at select locations, provided at no charge. This is one set per household. We have allocated 800 pillow sets for this program. This opportunity concludes tomorrow.
Participate To Get Your Pillows + 2 Night Stay
Attributes of the Cooling Pillow Set
Designed with breathable materials to regulate temperature throughout the night.
Provides consistent support to maintain proper spinal alignment.
The cooling gel layer helps disperse body heat for a more comfortable rest.
Hypoallergenic construction is suitable for those with sensitivities.
The cover is removable and can be machine washed for easy care.
Engineered to retain its shape and support over extended use.
Available stay dates and participating locations are coordinated through the program schedule. Quantities for the pillow set are determined by the program allocation.
We appreciate your choice to stay with Marriot. Your insights help us enhance the experience for all our guests.
The workshop smelled of sawdust and linseed oil, a familiar, comforting scent that clung to my grandfather's flannel shirts. He would let me organize the nails by size, the tiny brass ones in one coffee can, the larger iron spikes in another. He wasn't a talkative man, but he taught through action, through the steady rhythm of his sanding and the careful way he'd measure twice before making a cut. I remember the project was a birdhouse, a simple gabled thing meant for bluebirds. He showed me how to angle the roof so the rain would run off, and how to drill the entrance hole just the right size. My job was to hold the pieces steady while he applied the glue, and then to hand him the clamps. The silence between us was never empty; it was filled with the sound of planning and creation. When it was finished, we didn't paint it. He said the cedar would weather nicely on its own, turning a soft silver over time. We hung it on a post at the edge of the garden. For weeks, I'd check every morning, hoping to see a flash of blue. It took a whole season before a pair finally moved in. He called me over one evening, his hand on my shoulder, and we watched from the kitchen window as the birds carried in twigs and grass. He didn't say anything, but he gave my shoulder a small squeeze. That birdhouse stayed there for years, long after I'd grown and he'd passed on. On a visit home, I saw it was finally leaning, the wood soft and crumbling. I took it down carefully. It felt incredibly light in my hands, as if all the years and memories had somehow made it less substantial, not more. I placed it on the bench in the workshop, right where we'd built it. The smell of the place was exactly the same. Some places hold time in a loop, waiting for you to step back inside and pick up where you left off, if only for a moment.

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I was walking through the park yesterday, the one with the big oak trees near the old fountain. The leaves are just starting to turn, you know, that hint of gold at the edges. It reminds me of a book I read once, where the protagonist would collect leaves and press them between the pages of a heavy dictionary. I never had the patience for that. My sister, though, she was the artistic one. She would make these intricate collages with them, framing them in simple wooden frames she found at a thrift store. We'd spend hours on the floor of her room, surrounded by paper and glue, listening to the radio. The DJ had a voice that sounded like he'd been up all night, a gravelly warmth that made even the weather report sound interesting. He'd play these long, meandering songs from bands I'd never heard of, and we'd try to guess the lyrics. We were almost always wrong, which made it funnier. The light in her room was always perfect in the afternoon, a soft yellow that made everything look like it was in an old photograph. She moved to the coast a few years ago. She sends me pictures of seashells now instead of leaves. The patterns are different, more spiraled and smooth, but she arranges them with the same careful attention. I keep one on my desk, a small white spiral next to a potted succulent. It's funny how objects can hold a whole afternoon inside them. You just have to look at them the right way, and the memory unfolds, complete with the smell of glue and the sound of a crackling radio signal. I should call her this weekend. Maybe we can guess the lyrics to a new song over the phone. It probably won't be the same, but that's okay. Some things are meant to change, like the leaves on the trees.
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<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#444;margin-bottom:24px;text-align:center;">We are pleased to provide you with a two-piece luxury cooling pillow set. This is open to you because you stayed at a Marriot Hotel or a partner hotel within the past twelve months. You will not be billed for the pillows.</p>
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<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#262626;margin:0;"><strong>Program Details:</strong> To have the pillow set shipped to you, please complete a brief questionnaire. Afterward, you may also claim a two-night stay at select locations, provided at no charge. This is one set per household. We have allocated 800 pillow sets for this program. This opportunity concludes tomorrow.</p>
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<li style="margin-bottom:10px;">Designed with breathable materials to regulate temperature throughout the night.</li>
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<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.6;color:#666;margin-top:24px;font-style:italic;padding:12px;background-color:#f5f5f5;border-radius:4px;">Available stay dates and participating locations are coordinated through the program schedule. Quantities for the pillow set are determined by the program allocation.</p>
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The workshop smelled of sawdust and linseed oil, a familiar, comforting scent that clung to my grandfather's flannel shirts. He would let me organize the nails by size, the tiny brass ones in one coffee can, the larger iron spikes in another. He wasn't a talkative man, but he taught through action, through the steady rhythm of his sanding and the careful way he'd measure twice before making a cut. I remember the project was a birdhouse, a simple gabled thing meant for bluebirds. He showed me how to angle the roof so the rain would run off, and how to drill the entrance hole just the right size. My job was to hold the pieces steady while he applied the glue, and then to hand him the clamps. The silence between us was never empty; it was filled with the sound of planning and creation. When it was finished, we didn't paint it. He said the cedar would weather nicely on its own, turning a soft silver over time. We hung it on a post at the edge of the garden. For weeks, I'd check every morning, hoping to see a flash of blue. It took a whole season before a pair finally moved in. He called me over one evening, his hand on my shoulder, and we watched from the kitchen window as the birds carried in twigs and grass. He didn't say anything, but he gave my shoulder a small squeeze. That birdhouse stayed there for years, long after I'd grown and he'd passed on. On a visit home, I saw it was finally leaning, the wood soft and crumbling. I took it down carefully. It felt incredibly light in my hands, as if all the years and memories had somehow made it less substantial, not more. I placed it on the bench in the workshop, right where we'd built it. The smell of the place was exactly the same. Some places hold time in a loop, waiting for you to step back inside and pick up where you left off, if only for a moment.
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