(If I owe you a postcard know that I am working through a long list of people, but also finding suitable postcards to send… but also waiting for the write mood to dash them off, but also expect mail from Greece to take 1 month.)
I’ve collected correspondence from over the years—brief notes, postcards, hand drawn maps directing me to bars around the corner. They’re all stuffed between books on my shelf in a section my friends call “The Shrine”. An easy way into my life, or at least to be saved forever, is to send me a note. I keep everything.
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