Last week I cleaned out my desk. And there was lots of paper.
Notepads, and holiday cards, and postcards. Oh my.
Lots went out. Some stayed on. Postcards present a particular problem. Unwritten ones are mementos. Memories of museums, places, and trips gone by. Small images, perfectly preserved, gorgeous gems of moments in time.
A friend and I are currently sending each other postcards. It’s absolutely delightful. A message accompanies the provenance of the card, “I was here with…” “I thought of you when I saw this…”
The ones I can’t pitch are the vintage, mid-century jewels of color rarely seen in nature, the ones of London or Paris, Venice or Rome, where the streets are scrubbed clean, and the skies are a swimming pool blue.
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