Sunday, July 12, 2026

Postcards

 Postcards

Arrive.
Bringing
Care.
Distance
Echoes.
From elsewhere,
Gathering light.
Held
In hand,
Journeys
Kept.
Light
Memory.
Notes
Opening
Paths.
Quietly,
Returning
Summers.

Time
Unfolds.
Voices
Whisper
Xenia grace.
Yesterday
Zealously remembered.

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