Postcards from far away
Here is a postcard, from myself.
I know, it’s not the most pretty one. But it was the cheapest one in the shop and that counts for something around here.
I think it was said that the men in the picture fought for liberty and died noble deaths, but it might just be a correction of time. Sometimes we choose to remember things differently so that we can forgive our errors.
Words have a way of defining and diminishing.
Music expresses and expands.
That is why I chose this postcard.
So that I’ll never forget.