I browse souvenir shop aisles, spinning displays
counting my choices as I sift through postcards
one for my mom, a photo I can picture on the fridge
some for my best friends, a quick old-fashioned "thinking of you" to make up for shorter conversations, ignored texts as I travel
one for my dad; he'll hang it in the office, brag for a while that his daughter is out there doing well
some to keep, some as backups for mistakes
all intentional, a part of my love language I hope to make an expectation
a small declaration of the ways some people are always with me
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I love postcards and I especially enjoyed those spinning displays. For a short while in the 1980s I collected postcards. It was a short-lived hobby of mine. But I still love them to this day and I get so thrilled when I get the occasional one in the mail.
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