This is the first postcard I have ever actually sent anyone. I have
promised to send many, have gone so far as to buy the actual postcards
and the special stamps. Instead, I sometimes put the postcards in photo
albums because I am also bad at getting film developed. My parents sent
me to Europe and I didn't send a single postcard or shoot a single roll
of film. Later, I drove all the way to Arizona and shot twenty rolls of
film, which are still in a Ziploc bag covered in sand. Also in the bag
are the postcards from the Grand Canyon and the Painted Desert and Dead
Horse Ranch State Park, all places I did not send postcards from.
There are so many things I am bad at, so many tiny letdowns inflicted
on people who care about me.
I would like you to forward this postcard to them. I would like you to
tell them that I have bought more postcards.
Tell them that I will acquire the special stamps, and that I will use
them before postage rates change again.
Tell them I have things to tell them soon, and that soon I will tell
Tell them there are lots of messages that fit quite easily onto the
back of a postcard.
Some of these, they are the simplest things I could ever write, but
they have taken me forever.
I love you.
I'm coming home, very very soon.
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Photo detail on main page courtesy
of Juli Shannon.
Read MB's story, "How They Were Found and Who They Were That Found Them."
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