To mail a postcard is to tell someone I’m thinking about you without the immediate gratification of being acknowledged. My grandmother sends me postcards from the back of her desk drawer. They arrive in my mailbox as time capsules from an art exhibit that closed twenty years ago. The softness of the old card stock becomes a canvas for her wisdom—
A teach…
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