My postcards arrived today. (Shannon on the front, Tristan on the back, a dollar bill for scale...) The software for mailing lists arrived last week. The wave of feeling tiny swelled and crashed down about an hour ago. So many possible people to contact, so many cards to mail, one of me.
Meanwhile, Streaky is reveling in all the wonder that is an open window.
1 comment:
careful with that window... it looks like the little mans head fits right through there... btw, the cards look awesome
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