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[postcard no. 8]

Dear Mine,

 

I had to kneel to feel the sky on my shoulders,

and the tender summer wind singing in the fields.

 

I was grateful for this magic.

 

Then I thought about your hands.

 

Yours.

 

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Taken on July 4, 2012