Last week my mom handed me a stack of postcards with an apology (?). They were postcards that my great uncle, a bookseller, had sent to my great aunt when he was away travelling. She couldn't bear to throw them away, but had no use for them. Could I use them in my journaling?
Lake Couer de Alene in Idaho
Mardi Gras Madness!
What a sweet little picture. Kinda mini Romeo & Juliet
I can't help loving this one. It's like the poker dogs and a post card (better than on a wall!)
My absolute FAVORITE! Va va VOOM, baby!
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