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For some reason I thought I carried around a black pen. Maybe it was there but I took it out for some reason. Maybe I meant to put it in there but never did. Either way, all I could find was this one. It’s not ideal, but what to do?
I’m a little disturbed but the feeling will pass.
I was going to write a postcard. It was going to say:
Dear ____________:
Here’s a note written in upstate New York (Tawiskerou), on a postcard picked up in Manhattan (near Chambers Street) that will probably get mailed from Ave. J (Midwood). I haven’t memorized your address yet.
The mountains are lovely. The lake is cold.
Love, ____________
Maybe it’s good the postcard had bubblegum shrapnel from the inside of my purse and was thus rendered useless.
(akr)
